Sunday, February 04, 2007

Missed Call

I believe it was you
Who called just now.
Rang and rang my phone
But hung up on my answering machine
While I ran through the hall
Naked
My hair soaked and raining down
My skin exploding in goosebumps
To get to the phone
And standing bare and alone
All I got was the click of your goodbye.
So I ask that next time
You're looking to share
Some of your beautiful words
Please do leave a message if I don't get to the phone in time.
I could use the air.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You can either miss or go to grasp the intangible...