Signals
You said call me —
a door left ajar,
a hand extended into the silence,
trusting the echo to return.
I said I’ll call you —
a promise folded in my pocket,
a coin that may never be spent,
control disguised as care.
Between us hangs the dial tone,
a wire strung tight with longing,
where one waits in quiet hope,
and the other drifts in delay.
And yet —
in the pause between words,
in the static between breaths,
we both know the truth:
connection is a fragile thing,
and sometimes love is only
a number never dialled.
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Author:
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There is such a sad tone to this poem an offer made a call not connected. The message is clear but there is static on the line. Well expressed that feeling between friends and acquaintances. Wistful, longing a connection not to be made
You got that down to a T, Soren! 🙏🏻🕊️
Always a pleasure
great write, I like the sense of may or may not call
Thanks so much, Norman 🙏🏻🕊️
Read it twice and will return - super write arqios.
Hope that’s because it was such a fun read 🙏🏻🕊️
Hope but ambivalence too; complexity all artfully melded, Rik.
Thanks, Dave. Glad this came across quite well. 🙏🏻🕊️
A fine write, arqios. Oh boy, have I victimized myself with not connecting.
It’s a crazy dynamic! 🙏🏻🕊️
Good write A. Yes, I know a number never dialled - I got cut orf! lol.
lol! I say😂🙏🏻🕊️
I think we've all done it, stared at the phone wondering, hoping it rings, rehearsing the words that never get said.
It's a mad couple world of, should I, I will, but what if. This is why Bars were invented.
I’ve actually never utilised the bar for such ends but do remember being the target of attempted pick ups. 😬🙏🏻🕊️
My friend, the whole piece hangs on that fragile line between hope and hesitation…the door ajar, the pocketed promise, the dial tone stretching thin. It’s tender, human, and painfully true. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
It’s quite scary being “in the market;” so glad I no longer am 🤩🙏🏻🕊️
But many times it is dialed Rik.
Andy.
Funny how it’s still called dial but mobiles aren’t rotary. I wonder if there’s an app simulating a dial up phone 📞
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