On the Line
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empty hallways cast blurred images over the pieces of my heart left shattered by
weekends and holidays spent lying in someone’s arms
only a few shadows left in the dust of eyelashes, the slow blink and disappearance of
dancing, of promises and foggy Sunday mornings
i reach for the line when i need
-anything to burn through it all
Your sleepy voice and the presence of your warm heart
fill the empty spaces as we share stories, the things we love and the things that make us afraid
I ask you why you always pick up when I call
and the memories stream out of my heart
and the shadows turn from grey to gold
when I hear you say
“Because I like hearing you laughing with me on the other end.”
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