Listened

by UnderneathTheTortoiseShell

April 11, 2014

I finally listened

Today when I was

Wide awake in my

Bed and your name,

Your image came

Into my mind

Unannounced yet

Expected in a

Hauntingly familiar way

I have been standing

Here in time wasting

For what has felt like

An eternity

It was as if the image

Of you in my head

Was calling for me

To call on you

I didn’t

I flipped through

Mind’s pages to what

Once was the beacon

Of light within the

Confines of my

Little black book

Doing what I know

Best

Slashed line red

An all too familiar

Sight

No blood this time

Able to strike the

Name, the

Seven numbers which

Used to feel like home

Upon their being dialed

All a distant memory now

For story books and poems

I finally listened

You won’t be hearing

From me

Have fun on your

Island of make believe

Friends and heartache

For if you ever

Know more

You’ll wish

That I had never

Listened.

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