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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