I wait
For my phone to light up
The darkness;
To see that name upon the screen
Just as I see it
In my mind's eye;
Just as I see that face
In the depths
Of my dreams.
I cannot always send
The first message,
And thus
I offer my hand
Through an open invitation
To reach out to me.
I will not be strung along,
I will not be the only one to try,
Not again -
So I wait
For my phone to light up
The darkness;
For my outstretched hand
To be held.
YOU ARE READING
Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
