| Geez! I just said, “Good-by honey… good-by honey!” And he repeated lightly, “Good-by honey”. CLICK! Feel that tug at your gut, the lump that jumped to your throat? The Scotch barely made it down the tube. Di’ja hear that silly boy? You never thought it could happen: That magic that happens only to the young And all too often drowns of indifference As if it never happened, was never noticed, never… Feel that curtain of denial pressing in? Yeah, closin’ the gate, sweeping those lumps away, clearin’ yer gut? Returning that ‘nothingness’ of which you feel so comfortable. Killin’ the joyousness, the joyousness of being alive. It wasn’t just another phone call, fool. Not this one. This was a connection of souls, of spirits, electricity and A river bridging the oceans of physical space between us, A oneness, a… ‘I feel him beside me. He’s part of who I am’. A river flowing, it’s flowing within us, around us. A feeling. A feeling not of the fingers but of the spirit, And who knows where it could go. But it’s already gone, In spite of my resistance, It’s smothered again behind the curtain. That moment, no a flash of clarity, epiphany perhaps So brief, so intense as is the gulf it left behind. The door closes and no amount of force from my conscious Can overcome the force within that reviles living. |
| More Than A Phone Call |
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