had
weekly calls each saturday night
where we called' till one,
two, three
or even four, in the morning
calls which left the both of us smiling,
calls which i would fall asleep in;
and leave you hanging
had calls which
you listened to my breathing;
tried to guess if i was sleeping
calls which you would not make a sound,
so i wouldn't wake up
next week it would happen again
and soon this turned
into your little game
-
elaboration of a stanza of what happened
words i wanted to add in but would have disrupted the flow
not satisfied with the ending but i'm not sure how else to put it , especially since it was what happened
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
words from my muses
Poesiafor the thoughts i struggle to express; or for the times spent awake at 2am . or for the little stories of my life, or ones made up in my mind . #1 on rambles 7/6
