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I Can Hear Things Over the Phoneline
You are always gone or going.
A refrain from you:
“I am just leaving”
“just headed out the door”
I know there is a difference in the sound of
keys being set down
and the sound of keys being picked up.
ice in a glass.
The clink of empty tumblers.
For once, just stay.
Anyway, it’s too late.
I’m here now
out front.
I drove all morning,
and a few nights,
away from the sticky city
of frozen pizzas in my freezer.
I can see you’re tired, your eyes are sliding away.
Here,
lie down
next to me.
Lie down
I will cry you to sleep.
I’ll hang balloons while you’re dreaming
and pop the balloons to wake you in the morning.
A refrain from you:
“I am just leaving”
“just headed out the door”
I know there is a difference in the sound of
keys being set down
and the sound of keys being picked up.
ice in a glass.
The clink of empty tumblers.
For once, just stay.
Anyway, it’s too late.
I’m here now
out front.
I drove all morning,
and a few nights,
away from the sticky city
of frozen pizzas in my freezer.
I can see you’re tired, your eyes are sliding away.
Here,
lie down
next to me.
Lie down
I will cry you to sleep.
I’ll hang balloons while you’re dreaming
and pop the balloons to wake you in the morning.
Posted 09/05/13
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