Dial the numbers, type the letters, breathe, count to ten, say the words, leave.
Roll of the dice, it's a gamble I can't miss,
Seven letters I can't remember, dial anything, take the risk.
Ringring, you don't pick up.
Must've misdialed, beepbeep, try again, wish for luck.
No answer, heart's crushed, it's relieved too.
Hang up, exhale inhale, I still wanna talk to you.
Open eyes, grit teeth, write a letter.
Dear Puzzle Piece, it's been forever.
Close eyes, gnaw nails, empty mail box, re-write.
Dear Puzzle Piece, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it I never did. I wish you were here, it's a lonely night.
Second letter, no answer, drop a third line.
I wrote you once, I wrote you twice, I write you a third time.
Dear Puzzle Piece, pick up a pen, write a word, do I have to plead?
Pick up a phone, dial a number, you're the glue I need.
Wait around, harass the mail man, the letter arrives, read...
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Showing posts with label Unspoken words for my family. Show all posts
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Friday, May 1, 2009
Monday, August 11, 2008
I f I See You Again
It's been a decade.You were a teenager, newly christened an adult by the government.You were short and skinny with curly black hair and highwater jeans , and I always remember the green t-shirt you wore.You rode a bike,moussed your curls and doused yourself with cologne.If I see you again I might not recognize you.
Why?Because I heard you're not a pencil anymore,you're six feet now,and your hair is so short that no one would know you once sported large,shining loops.Plus,the jeans and t-shirt are gone and your bicycle has been replaced with a four wheeled motor powered machine also known as a car.But I wonder,do you use the same cologne?If I passed you on the street would I know your scent?Salty skin masked by musky,male perfume.You probably don't.If I see you again I probably won't recognize you.
Last year I spoke with you on the phone,you sound the same, maybe a little more mature.If I was blindfolded I would know your voice.Of course I probably wouldn't need the blindfold to hinder me from identifying you,years passing might've already done the job.You don't look or dress the same,you're not the same.Neither am I.If I see you again I won't know you.
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Why?Because I heard you're not a pencil anymore,you're six feet now,and your hair is so short that no one would know you once sported large,shining loops.Plus,the jeans and t-shirt are gone and your bicycle has been replaced with a four wheeled motor powered machine also known as a car.But I wonder,do you use the same cologne?If I passed you on the street would I know your scent?Salty skin masked by musky,male perfume.You probably don't.If I see you again I probably won't recognize you.
Last year I spoke with you on the phone,you sound the same, maybe a little more mature.If I was blindfolded I would know your voice.Of course I probably wouldn't need the blindfold to hinder me from identifying you,years passing might've already done the job.You don't look or dress the same,you're not the same.Neither am I.If I see you again I won't know you.
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