Listen
I could hear it on the telephone, that empty, hollow sound.
And the silent splash of teardrops, as they fell upon the ground
Though you would never say it, it spoke louder than your words.
If I had been a different man, those words would not be heard.
It started with your heartbeat, as it echoed through the line.
Then there were suggestions, the often quiet kind.
The tenderness of a whisper, as it left your pouting lips.
Too many sad goodnight s, without a goodnight kiss.
Long distance conversations, only tease a lonely soul.
And the months of sleepless nights, too often took a toll.
That's why I'm writing down these lines, what else am I to do?
I can only say, “I love you” and of coarse, “I miss you too”!
January 24, 2009
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