Radio
Long after you'vegone home, there
the radio sits. It's
been quiet for a
while, my world
empty of sound.
The radio, it
mocks me. You touch
it so freely, yet
you won't take
my hand. Just as
you press power
on that radio,
you awaken me from
my quiet, calm, lonely
sleep.
Awaken me
again, the next
time we meet.
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