I look but there are no messages. No calls coming or going. I see a smudge and wipe it away with my sleeve. Now there is only a picture I took of my own face- three quarter view, inner elf showing- looking back at me. And this is all I ever see when I look for you. My own reflection- my search, not yours- shows up every time. My heart is quiet. Too kind to say, I told you so. It's safe now to leave this room.
I have the rest of my life to miss your call.
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Oh, shmookles, I'ma call you right now... : )
RépondreSupprimerwow...that's some moving stuff. really. disdain and all aloof. whatever it is.
RépondreSupprimeri'm sorry
lukas, my fir-ed brether(en), I can't tell if you're complimenting or poking fun at this thing (whatever it is). But whichever it is, it's nice to have you around. Even if you are recording an album on a mono-whatever-ish tape recorder.
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