I was lonely, so lonely that the electronic relay of your disembodied voice, from your distant body, and apparent non-existence of your fire was so painful. I couldn't pick up your call. I was so deep in loneliness, that my chill breath was enough to freeze any vestiges of warmth that you might have puffed through the plastic earpiece.
I was a rock in my lonely need. But had it been a mood with the differentiation of a few degrees, I would have thought of running to you.
And then I would have thought of how. And the walk. And the train. And the long, long time, the waiting and sitting in a compartment so full of cross-purposes; noisy with the silence of too many preoccupied heads, trying to reassert their intentions in their own domains… i would have drifted. The currents would have pulled me away from the burning piece of flotsam in the oil-slick sea of that different, imagined loneliness.
And all in all, my offer of a distant, wispy smile, after you sliced your loveful way through strange humanity… Would have made you wish it was an electronic laugh drained through a plastic earpiece.
I was a rock in my lonely need. But had it been a mood with the differentiation of a few degrees, I would have thought of running to you.
And then I would have thought of how. And the walk. And the train. And the long, long time, the waiting and sitting in a compartment so full of cross-purposes; noisy with the silence of too many preoccupied heads, trying to reassert their intentions in their own domains… i would have drifted. The currents would have pulled me away from the burning piece of flotsam in the oil-slick sea of that different, imagined loneliness.
And all in all, my offer of a distant, wispy smile, after you sliced your loveful way through strange humanity… Would have made you wish it was an electronic laugh drained through a plastic earpiece.
