i call home on sundays
mom's voice a lifeline
to a shore i can no longer see
we speak of weather and work
carefully avoiding the growing silence
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roots of longing
Poetryfree verse poems // unrequited love// manipulation// homesickness//
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i call home on sundays
mom's voice a lifeline
to a shore i can no longer see
we speak of weather and work
carefully avoiding the growing silence
