By GoofGirl69
We are on the phone, you are preoccupied.
I am lying, barely naked, meditating in the sounds that drift
up to me from a box stripped of varnish.
I say, “Look at the shadows.”
Mind and soul entwined around my body.
“A deep person .” I say.
“A selfish being,” you speak quietly, “full of moodiness and
moments spent alone.”
Loneliness is what you say I resemble, a nothing, full of void
and empty.
Black air of blank.
Close your eyes, you explain, and pray for the phone to ring.
Written By: Tina Stokes
� 1997
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