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 Seraphine The Poet
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She is a student majoring in English and Politics. She played the harp for several years, has traveled to all 50 states, and 10 countries. She...read more has a serious Starbucks addiction and secretly collects journals.
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your voice on the phone

is how I define

sorrow

 

I used to wait for

the sound to emanate

after ring ring ring

 

but these days

you tell me not to call

 

you tell me you don't

use the phone

unless you have to

 

for me

you don't have to,

the silence

is a bullet unraveling

a painful sonata

 

oblivion

 

now I wait for your voice

to leak its way from text

to ear

from page to memory

 

I long to remember you

even when it would consume me

wholly

 

I miss the subtle nuance

of your laughter

soft tug of tongue to lip

gentle twitch of nose and cheek

 

only the sound of your voice

means melancholy

but you forget to answer

 

and I cease to be

I fade

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  23 months ago
Nice evocation of that someone who always ends up somewhere at the long end of a phone line. 'From text to ear and page to memory' is a great line.
 

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