Hot Summer In Atlanta Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Hot Summer In Atlanta



Inter most feelings kept behind a locked screen.
Things thought, texted in a variety of bright light.
Not a single notification from unturned hands.
Time expands as fingers scroll down.
An impulse that reacts in the suddenness of a thought.
Voices heard between ears, typing out each word.
Pulsating hearts throb in anticipation.
An intimate reconciliation that secures relevance.
Love filled emojis and screen shots of love.
Here alone, wishing you were here

Sunday, April 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: missing you,phone,summer,summer time
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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