Been a long time,
she said,
years of silence between us.
It has, I said,
not fond
of the phone and its distance
You remember
that time
I fell asleep back then
When we were still
talking
on the phone late at night
Wasn't that so
funny
with you calling out and
Trying to reach
and find
me, your friend, still sleeping
Yeah, I recall,
being
thirteen and liking the
Telephone back
before
the advent of texting
It was easy
when young
to communicate and
Somehow the long
dead air
didn't bother me then
I guess I grew
out of
enjoying being so
Aware of the
silence
that springs between people
How have you been
since I
last spoke to you as a kid
Back when silence
was not
something that brought distance
Well, you know how
it can
be when they don't tell you
I did not need
to ask
what she meant by the words
It is a cruel
world now
so different from back then
They never said
that it
was full of people who
Wait in the night
with knives
sharpened and ready for
Unwary hearts
to be
cut still-beating from chests
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