I wanted to call you
But I did not have a dime
I needed to talk to you
But I did not have the time.
How do we get it together?
Miscommunication has kept us apart
What level of connection do we need?
I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THIS FROM THE START
Trapped by a string of gutless proposals
The phone does not show your face.
I can only hear voice inflections
I need to travel to your place.
Phone calls, texting, and twitter
They are a sad replacement for the whole you
Technology has fooled me
Into believing you understand what I do.
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Cleverly written. Been listening to some Led Zeppelin perhaps? Thanks for the read.
Thanks. Zeppelin could have most definately been an inspiration.
So true…nothing replaces a one to one visit…Diane
I miss those one to ones. They don’t happen too much these days.
Very spare and well written. This sounds painful and real. Keep writing and posting!
Cindy
Thank you Cindy.
Very nice! I love the whole communication theme
Thank you, Diane.
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