Your waiting wire is stretching dangerously
ready to release the tenson -
the sign of easing tension is not gone;
as our worlds grow further and further apart!
A waiting wire is like the queue in a
supermarket or a queue to use the...
...what is it called? -
the loo!
'You still feel the same don't you? '
'Nothing ever changes; ...
...but wait...'
The pause and distance is getting wider
like pregnancy expanding in the middle.
The pain grows, grows
vaster then the waiting wire.
No more phone calls -
just a silence at my end of the line
and then pops out chat and ends with:
'bye my lil girl'.
Not reassuring:
multiplying of agony increases,
I can't get rhough another day
of this hurt...
...in my spine.
The waiting wire is like an
umbilical cord;
big; strong; flexiable:
(unlike me) -
stretching all the way from
Slovakia to the UK
and now your image is...
just a faint glimmer:
in my memory.