When friendships atrophy. NOTE: Originally posted Saturday, but disappeared during site maintenance.
Disconnected
The voice was soft,
But very clear,
In the part of my mind
That feels such things:
“We’re sorry;
The number you have reached
Has been disconnected.
No further information is
Available.”
I suppose I shouldn’t
Be so surprised;
The line between you and me
Has been checked for trouble
Time and time again.
There was a time when
We shared unlimited service
Between our souls,
Free of interference and
Immune to the static of life.
Whether it was demands
On my time or yours,
Life gave us other distractions,
New occupations for our minds,
Cluttering a previously
Unspoiled landscape.
As I listen to the busy signals
Emanating from your heart,
I look for another dime to drop
Into the slot of separation between us,
But it occurs to me, and
Not for the first time, that
I’m the only one paying this bill,
And if you’ve changed your number,
I wouldn’t reach you anyway.
It’s time to turn my mind
In another direction,
But I’ll leave the line open
In case you call again.
I liked this poem when you first posted it, and I still like it today.
Cheers,
Dan
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on May 15, 2008
I absolutely love the way you've presented this piece and can wholly relate to the sentiment propelling it into the hearts of readers. A part of us keeps hoping, not wanting to let go despite the life-size writing on the wall...
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( *kotc*
Cheers,
Dan
I salute You, Poet.
In respect,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
((((((HUGS))))) and love, Karla *kotc, kotc!*