The 'phone is dead.
I cannot hear you.
You've long since fled.
I cannot find you.
My sound goes on
Its answers wear me.
Echoes response -
My own voice tears me.
If whispers dream
And spectres bring me
Visions true -
Let you be with me.
Sally Plumb
Thanks sharing this one Sally. It's heart-breaking. And I love the last verse...N
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is deep, dont know how to say but to me this is very well written and expressed..loved it