Is it youA Poem by m.s.early
Your silence drains me.
You're waiting your call. I'm picturing your face blank smiles, blank eyes. I can't grab it. I'm reading you while it's late. Where is the map that belongs only to you? Do you purr when you sleep? Do you turn over in the morning just before the sun crosses the curtains? The phone trembles by the pillow again. Is it you? © 2021 m.s.earlyReviews
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4 Reviews Added on February 26, 2021 Last Updated on February 26, 2021 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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