There will always be a silence between us.
I long for you in ways not quite humane,
Chasing after the thoughts of you that are not too true.
Making up beliefs that you could have,
Things we could have.
Typing a reply,
Clutching the telephone in my hand.
Fingers itching to call you.
Buy I stop.
You're not here because you have no wishes to be here.
And for that, causes silence.
Silence Between Us is inevitable and long lasting.
I wait by the phone,
Hoping,
Wishing you'd have the time to call.
I bust myself with staring at pictures of us,
I tear them.
But I tape them back until every little once of you seems perfect again.
I realize,
You were not l election to begin with.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
