Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Call.



The Call
By james bezerra

I hear the quiet call
of that thing I miss most of all.
Or, I think I do.
I guess I never knew
how much I would miss
that thing I miss most of all.
But I would be remiss
if I showed such gall
as to pretend that what I hear
is really a real call.
As I sit alone here
what I really hear
isn’t anything at all.
No, it’s just the sound of me missing
that which I miss most of all.


.
.
.

No comments: