Long Distance Call
How will you fare
when I will and won't be there?
In your own city
under the ground you tread,
around my abode your car swishes
past-
so close to you and yet so far
this boundary of breath, these
bars-
when you cannot rush to me to
burn my skin-
when you cry helpless knowing I
won't
come to ssshhhhh you-
how will you beat that misery?
How will it feel
my existence will lay still
while the world wheezes around
your head?
And that tiny seed of our life,
that meter box of entangled
hopes
asks about his dad?
The lids of my eye shiver
when I make them embrace each
other.
How do I prepare you
for the day when I sleep
to never wake up again?
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