A Phone Call
Phone rings
I will miss you, will you miss me?
No
No? But I may never see you again
(Feelings too young to understand
My ears grew hot
My face grew hot
My stomach twists
Frustration? Guilt? Probably guilt
I think it was guilt
No. Fear. Most likely fear)
I will miss you
Lies
You are a liar.
You are a liar, Father
You are a liar.
And now I am a liar too.
¿Por qué mis sueños se rompen?
Is it your fault
I think it was your fault
Maybe mine
Or was it hers
His, hers, mine, yours, its
What possession is to blame?
I blame, I blame, I blame
Where are you?
What are you doing?
I will stalk no more
I will stalk no more
I will stalk no more
But I want to know if you are alive
Are you alive?
No hay nada más difícil que vivir sin ti
Pero no puedo recordarte y soy muerto
I am not bilingual
I am not
Did I grow?
Was I supposed to grow?
I sometimes dream that I can fly
The winds carry me through
But sometimes, I forget how to land
With the ground far below my feet
Everyone left behind
I fear that I will drift
Too high
Where it’s cold
And I can no longer breath
And then I awake
I am one
I am one
I am two
Sometimes with a smile
But mostly with fear
Anxiety and one
Is it my fault?
Is it my fault?
Is it my fault?
Do I let you do what you do
Did and will do
Me gustaría conocerte
Mi corazón, mi corazón daña
Follow me
Follow me
But keep a foot away
I do not trust you
I trust too much
I never trusted
They will find out
All of them
They will know
Will they love you still?
Will they love me?
Stop stop stop
stop stop
Why did you stop?
What did I do?
¿Hacer a quién?
Put down the phone
Read me as you will
Read me
Read me
You are done
As are these lines.
Copyright © Aaron Crowley | Year Posted 2011
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