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deb
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we part, goodbyes hanging
all awkward
around the spiral phone cord
that tangles itself betwixt my fingers
i hear the click
that reminds me
just how far 900 miles really is
and my heart sinks
as i whisper what we both want to say
your bad day meets my voice;
it's supposed to make it all better,
but my tongue fights with my teeth
over just what to say
and your, "i really missed you today"
goes seemingly unnoticed
when, in truth,
i held back what i didn't think
you're ready to hear.
i think you want me to say it
but i need to hear it too,
and i'm not quite sure
your mouth could comply
gaps between thick strands of words
glare against all we allow ourselves to say
leaving what we won't
naked
no matter how we try to hide it
8-26-00
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