Phantom Phone SyndromeA Poem by John D Phillipsbzz.
When it rings, you fall into being in my pocket,
Your hand on my leg, Then your voice in my ear. I can close my eyes, my other ear, And there you are, vivid as a dream. Sometimes it doesn’t ring, but I feel it, hear it, And you’re a ghost, Brushing against me in the dark, The phone a strange dead weight in my hand, My nerves straining for your touch. Last night I was drowsing on your pillow, Your sleeping hair just touching my shoulder, When the ghost called. It rang twice in my mind, And I answered by sitting up in the night, Listening to the rain and your steady breathing. I’ll call you back tonight. © 2010 John D Phillips |
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1 Review Added on February 11, 2010 Last Updated on February 11, 2010 AuthorJohn D PhillipsColumbus, GAAboutMusician, writer, magician, lollygagger, sayer of Words That Are Fun To Say, espouser of subjective truth, organizer of hootenannies, foe of ignorance, producer of random loud noises, and silent co-co.. more..Writing
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