temp bres

i wish you called.
i had my eyes open the entire night, watching the minutes pass.
by sunrise i realized i had only prepared myself to be exhausted for the rest of the day.
not that it was of any importance.
the occurrences of the planet played out,
those who spoke used only that of which they ever do to speak – shadows.
acknowledgement is all they seek.
who am i to not indulge them.
they are just like me – afraid, tortured and alone.
the acceptance of their hidden presence only validates this.
but i simply wanted that which any one person does.
to hear your voice and to fill my mind with your words.
but here i stand.
awake with the sun.
counting the moments when it is suitable for me to send my voice to you.
i wish you called.


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