I must have done it wrong,
Too soon indeed.
Over a phone no less,
Not even a call.
The worst kind of person,
In a desperate thrall.
Is the only lesson to learn,
For a poor poet who's heart and head have felled.
I digress, the meaning must have been lost.
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Author:
Thinker (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
(what a quirky and wonderful read you've shared
and thanks for inspiring my little scribbled reply, dear poet)..
'those 'lost-in-translation' - conversations
clouding our history: of failed relationships...
so then, we are back at that unending, starting-line
deep breaths, shallow steps - onwards
to that next opportunity, we yearn - doggedly
to not waste: again...'
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