Addicted

Close my eyes,
silence
 but I know he’ll soon be there

Alone,

but wanting to feel the

Affair

of sounds that lead a better life ever dreamable by my mind

A recluse of ecstasy, so casually, my how your voice is
divine

What a beautiful stranger

that I have allowed in . . .

 

　

　

Such sweet simmered memories

of simple intangible bliss

What a silly dream

That whispers flutters into my ear

to tickle such a melancholy soul,

what an unearned gift it is to hear

Awaiting the passion that the receiver brings when your voice speaks to me

Willing me to speak to you and say the words that I should never say

Sounds do things to me,

seize the air and take my breathe away.
 
But chocking on loneliness
forces me to
readdress
such a sickening reality
a wayward addiction
inane
more stanger than fiction
defeaning this silence wails through out this home.
somebody  help me, save me,
 stop me
 from staring at the phone.