It’s not strange
to stay up late
listening to the rain
splash on window grates.
To fondly gaze
at phone photos of you
and feel the haze
of the magic that you do.
To relax by sitting alone,
to meditate;
to stare at a phone
and contemplate.
Will you think it weird if I call?
No! It’s not absurd at all.
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April 29, 2011 at 6:21 am
very nice poem i enjoyed this . from kevin
April 29, 2011 at 7:48 pm
closing my eyes
only to feel
snowflakes fluttering above my nose
my dreams
reality
either too complex to feel
the distance between us
is it love or friendship I seek?
as the snowdrifts swirl around me
I long for spring
the life I live so complete
yet my heart aches
slush piles under my toes
maybe they’re tears
fallen from my face
as I realize
I will be alone
when I awake.