04-26-2019, 08:31 AM
Response to CRNDLSM's poem from April 23rd :
We didn't hook up by holding hands
She stole my cellphone when I
Wasn't looking and put her
Own number in so when she
Would call she'd keep the conver-
Sation going. Again the
Next day, then the next day, and
Now we're married til we die.
The Morning After
Your shaky hello
the first callback I had
in years.
You forgot your cellphone
on my nightstand,
only to be answered by the same voice
you kissed goodbye
a few hours ago.
You thanked me for rescuing
your phone by asking me
to dinner again,
and what was supposed
to be just one night,
turned into more.
Years drained into a one-way
conversation, going on until
I stopped to notice you had stopped
long before me;
your phone stolen by your lover,
who never got an infection
from a caesarean,
who didn’t know your children’s names,
who’s voice nervously crawled
out from her throat
as I said hello.
Silence should have been our ringtone,
it could have saved us
so much more.
We didn't hook up by holding hands
She stole my cellphone when I
Wasn't looking and put her
Own number in so when she
Would call she'd keep the conver-
Sation going. Again the
Next day, then the next day, and
Now we're married til we die.
The Morning After
Your shaky hello
the first callback I had
in years.
You forgot your cellphone
on my nightstand,
only to be answered by the same voice
you kissed goodbye
a few hours ago.
You thanked me for rescuing
your phone by asking me
to dinner again,
and what was supposed
to be just one night,
turned into more.
Years drained into a one-way
conversation, going on until
I stopped to notice you had stopped
long before me;
your phone stolen by your lover,
who never got an infection
from a caesarean,
who didn’t know your children’s names,
who’s voice nervously crawled
out from her throat
as I said hello.
Silence should have been our ringtone,
it could have saved us
so much more.
Time is the best editor.