PHONE WIRE IN GRAVES

Written by: iolanda Scripca

 Waiting for a phone call

 Hoarding memories surrounding

 A nest of sorrow

 She's deep asleep

 I watch her...

 She's 

 dreaming dreams of happy times but gone...

 Busy walls with mounted smiles

 A mute TV screen displaying a tragic comedy

 Curtains shielding tears

 Three phone devices that do not ring...

 I must go back to my reality

 I cry, she cries...

 Our phones do not even sound busy...

 Invisible wires of the soul crash in memories...

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