EchoA Poem by Andromedaabout a divorceYou never answer your phone When I call, And I always wonder, If a phone rings In an empty home, How loud does it echo? But I know your home isn’t Empty when I call, So I know How loud the ring echoes: As loud as golden bands dropping on the tile floor of the kitchen hallway: A piercing ping And offering, Echoing in our hearts. You never answer your phone When I call, And I always wonder If a phone rings In a broken home, How loud does it echo? © 2008 Andromeda |
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