Monday, July 30, 2007

24 Lines Of MissYous

I've noticed,
the lack of vibrations
that followed the ringing
of the phone.
No more tenderness
guised in the form of your concern,
tainted with drops of jealousy
each time I am out,
in the world,
under the sun,
too far from the touch
of your skin against mine.

It's funny,
how these puddles of emptiness
and oceans of whispering aching
urges the pen to rise its sleepy head
and dance teasingly
to the tunes of my inspired words.

I am now singing,
I am now alive,
I am now living,
As I moan and sigh
to the silent footprints
you've left behind.