the sound of lonely.
it was in the neighboring room, through the
walls as thin as a birds feather fallen from its wing.
it sounded of a strong vibration, an earnest vibration.
brief and subtle pauses in between each, she could tell
the call was from someone who needed a good word.
brief and subtle pauses in between each, she could tell
the call was from someone who needed a good word.
but the recipient was unavailable - the recipient was
not present to present a word or to lend an ear of care.
not present to present a word or to lend an ear of care.
the vibration remained lonely, in a hallow room filled with quiet.
she witnessed the sound of lonely last night.
it was in the neighboring room, through the
walls as thin as a birds feather fallen from its wing.
she closed her eyes in wonder, seeking to know
what it felt like to be unanswered - she picked up her phone,
typed gently the letters of his name, wearily pressed call
and was left in a blanket of a sound called lonely.
her call was heard through a wall as thin as a birds
feather fallen from its wing from a stranger - her call was never retrieved.
her wonder put herself to sleep.
