my phone hadn't rang in years
but for some reason
amongst the midst of the mess i had created
my phone started ringing;
and it was you.
it took me four rings to finally pick up
and i hadn't been able to utter so much as
hello
before you delved into speaking
as if we've never been apart.
you asked me what i thought about
the universe and i told you
it was made up of atoms
and chemical compounds
and you cut me off.
you told me to stop thinking and feel.
so i told you that the universe
is every shout we've thrown into the void
and ever tear we've shed.
it was the love and hate we've felt
and every thought we've ever had.
you asked me if i thought there was anyone else
in the universe
and i said yes.
somewhere
in an alternate reality
is you and i
and we're still together.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
