VoicemailsA Poem by Nicholas DuboeA poem about love and the simple things it entails.Voicemails Love is calling voicemails and hanging up right before the beep, Skillfully getting enough time just to hear your recording speak, Being wide awake at twelve A.M. watching you sound asleep, and letting the things I thought I'd never say to anyone else leak. It's a carefree openness that I have yet to comprehend, A freedom to be whatever I am on any given day, For an unconditional lover and an even better friend,
Everything I have ever wanted in every single way. So please look at me the same way when we are eighty-three, Wrinkled and faded by the adventures that we shared, All the cherished memories we will look back on happily, Knowing we got to live a life with someone that cared. Because love is calling voicemails and hanging up the phone, but above all else it's knowing that your never truly alone. © 2017 Nicholas DuboeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNicholas DuboeBowie, TXAboutHello there, my username is a pen name to be honest but I am currently 26 years old. I am a husband, a father and a son. I am also a poet and attempting novelist. I began writing years ago using Books.. more..Writing
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