Lonely Breathe Poem by Jon Edward Walker
Lonely Breathe
you call,
telling me that
my dvd player buried
in your storage unit
that we both know is broken
is in your house now
and I can come get it
whenever I want………
then silence.
“OK, what are you doing later tonight”
your lonely breathe
releases from your mouth
“nothing, stop by whenever,
we’ll have ice cream….
or something”
“I like ice cream”
and I too release
lonely breathe
I didn’t know I had.
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