(1)
I called your number and
your voice answered –
“Sorry I’m not available.
Please leave a message.”
I put down the phone
without speaking,
and hoped you might pick up
my thoughts.
(2)
I called your number and
your voice answered,
sounding tired and lost.
I wished I could hug you better,
but the voice said,
“Who did you want to speak to? ”
– It wasn’t you
(do voices run in families?)
but I still wanted to hug you.
(3)
I called your number and
your voice answered,
and this time it was you.
I said hello,
and you said hello,
but what could I say
(that I wanted to say)
that you didn’t already know?
So we talked about trivialities
until we said goodbye.
such a perfect title...why do we always manage to hold back what we really need to say, then often say exactly what we wish we didn't...nice write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm glad I found this little gem.