Tuesday, November 20, 2012

A Whim

I almost called you once again.
I had the phone to my ear, 
my finger hesitating over your number.
Yeah, it was a momentary whim,
one I've thought about for years- 
since that eternal summer.
Yet you never heard your phone ring;
The long silence has been clear.
So our friendship continues to slumber. 
One of us can alter this thing, 
decide to call someone they hold dear.
Never considering they won't remember. 

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