Safe WordsA Poem by Lydia
I called and she answered,
Laughing Asking, sorry, who is this? Like the sound of my voice Wasn't a constant sound Every day Ten years ago. The beginning of the end, We always knew it was. But tonight must have been the end of the end. Broken hearted in an instant, I replied with my name And she told me about How her phone Did this weird thing To the numbers And she was out right now Sorry And I'm sure she won't remember To call me back And I'm sure I won't remember It in ten more years But right now I am standing on the edge And her voice Even if it didn't say the right things Has saved me once again. © 2017 Lydia |
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1 Review Added on September 4, 2017 Last Updated on September 4, 2017 AuthorLydiaSeattle, WAAboutI'm Lydia. I write free verse. Nature is freedom. My Bird, I am forever changed. Rest in Peace, my beautiful friend. Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginativ.. more..Writing
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