I passed a smile on the street that grew She smiled in my direction Yet she smiled into I hung up Loneliness rings in my ears My phone is death. I postpone answering. I’ve long passed, but I run back to help, She smacks me in the face. Loneliness is good sometimes, but
like a bubble I wanted to save
carelessly seducing a stranger
a cell phone
her disembodied love
on my pending flirt
I hear her scream,
“Bastard! Who is she…
We’re done…”
to commiserate
“Buzz off creep,” she cries.
I’d rather have a phone
if
connected.
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)
unduk said
Awesome! Much food for thought… It really made my day. Thank you.
Doug said
Thanks very much.