missed connections

missed connections


i feel ravenous for your voices
the telephone lies silent
on your end there is just an outlet
no wiring, no attachment

you fly free
and i am chained to only the solace
that your clouds float above the rain now

yet my sunny sky
no longer has sound,
and feels empty

                                 

                                                              without it.


erin-cilberto
4/3/17

Reviews

[Shy Joe]

The most beautiful of days can be fouled with the pollution of regret. Some mess's can never be cleanse. Just merely swept under the rug.

I really enjoyed this poem. Your phone may not always ring, but your message can always be heard, through hope. Thanks for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Joe.
j.