maybe if we enjoyed the lullaby of empty
dial tones, we would fall asleep somewhere
amidst the clatter of unanswered phone calls.
there is a melancholy to be found in silence.
nothing but the static between our muted voices,
only the sterile hum of knowing you are
watching TV or driving or laughing or fishing
or out with friends or asleep somewhere.
love is not a limb; if it's lost, it will always grow back.
i am discarded bandages and surgical knives.
you are an amputated arm; your phantom limb
haunts me whenever i doubt your ghost.
i learned a trick to uncovering the scent of a hospital without
actually going to one. pick a beach on Lake Michigan and swim
to the point on the horizon where the clouds become water.
you will find me there and immediately recognize the smell
of emergency. do not be alarmed; love is no urgent matter.
again, we will hug a hospital bed with no way to pay the bills.
the best way to dance is to a soundless song.
remember: the silence. when i’m restless,
i memorize your all-too-familiar voicemail greeting.
in it, you say your name as if it weren't holy, but just
another word in the dictionary. i correct your pronunciation
over & over until you say it the way i do.
you've never been patient. too often,
your bones rattle from all that rush & shake.
i've always been wistful. too often,
i fall asleep to the sound of your absence.
i'm hoping this will get me somewhere
that ending is going to echo at the back of my mind for a very long time.
This is beautiful! I really do hope this'll get you somewhere. o:
I know the feel of being ignored, and it's in this poem. Stay strong. I love the poem!
i'm glad this evoked something in you but it's actually not about being ignored haha
I...really, really like this. Gosh, its...definitively different. My favorite is "love is not a limb; if it's lost, it will always grow back." How utterly beautiful and hopeful in an otherwise hopeless poem.
This is beautiful.