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The Idea…



Tapping the table
wondering if
the telephone would ring
the mere thought of making
the mere thought of having,

The last time we spoke
when telephones were not needed
the distance between us,
the closeness defining us

Having the idea
that someone might choose
that extreme moment
that one, defining moment

to call back?

Having is not wanting
and wanting will make you crazy
shouting in anger, denial, the fact

the telephone not ringing,

I remember when
our lives were not defined using
such trivialities, limiting
what we knew to be true
what we knew would never end,

Tapping the table
fingers knowing what
fingers knowing why

the telephone
not ringing again…


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