I had a room
but no money
a floor with an "X"
but no "Y"
I stood in a long line
a snapshot
on a rainy day
then a broken photo
but I said it was okay.
I sat by a telephone
listening to a ring which fades
your breath - a curse away.
I made a sound
a cellar full of noise
too deep, so it lost its way
what more could I say.
I wrote a letter
each word unreadable
a sentence - never heard
invisible was I.
I also had a tear
I lost it when internally I cried
but then I laughed
I must have been okay
so there was no reply.
Maybe it's just I
who plays a game with me
but maybe it's you
and you just don't realize
but I think you do.
Either way
at the end of each day
It's just I.
I love this poem, each stanza is so impressionistic! I especially love your second stanza!
ReplyDeleteThat was a little sad. They say tears in the writer, tears in the reader. It is precious!
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