My Sister, My Friend
My dear, you can call and talk at me whenever you feel the need
Sometimes your restraint is palpable
Finger pointed in dialing mode then reluctantly forming a fist
Fear of my telephone taking on a blase “it’s her again” attitude perhaps
I understand and thank you for that self-control
You desire relief much like an avalanche of heavy stones allowing its stifled interior breath
Not seeking a resolving hand but only my ear to provide ephemeral comfort
My wish for you that words of life changing wisdom play that one note you haven’t heard before
The beginnings of a song you slowly compose with a sense of newness and possibility
Life experiences I attempt to share go unheard and you remain on the same square
I’m just a familiar hello on the faraway other end frustrating you when I speak
That’s okay because I know you would do the same for me
By Suzanne Boyko
June 30, 2021
Copyright © Suzanne Boyko | Year Posted 2021
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