rapid eye movement
I don’t want to call home anymore
afraid nobody will answer
it just rings and rings and rings
reminding me of the days I lived there
a signal it was safe to sneak in
through the back porch door
quietly tip-toe up the stairs
and into the solitude of my bedroom
from there I can hear the telephone ring
and ring and ring in the other room
I yawn and turn over onto my other side
ignoring everything in the outside world
blue eyes blinking feverishly
reliving days and months and years
in a matter of mere minutes
hours later the southern sun shines
through a second story window
one I’ve known all too well
october two thousand nineteen
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Your poetry is so good I want to live in your head.
I’m elated you think so, Lara/Trace ~ thank you very much!