Crossed Wires

It’s a phone call, long distance, your voice empty - echoes, reminding just how far we have drifted, How we can never again connect so easily - without prejudice or distrust. The phone line cackles with deception , With words thought but not spoken - Caught in the void somewhere between breath and vibration, sound and dictation, Knowing it matters not how far one spreads their wings, What lengths one will walk and run, run, run, One cannot escape what has gone before. Perhaps it is fate that deters us from our promised path Or a lacking of character – either way, A bad seed cast carelessly delivers the fruit of temptation And despite the best of intentions, leaves only sorrow in its wake. Tempers fraught, apologies sought, Wrongs that cannot be reversed no matter how far across the globe traversed. It is a phone call, long distance, Words without diction, Reality, not fiction That fuels this static on the airways. A lifetime of crossed wires.