Sometimes I sit
Waiting by a phone
That doesn’t ring,
Remembering a voice
That could be anyone’s
By now,
And when it speaks
I say I’m sorry,
But the time
Has been so trying and
So long,
And I’m afraid
That I’ve let slip
The words I’d say.

But that voice
Is always silent,
So I’m waiting here
Rehearsing nothing
Much at all but lines
A little late
For speaking,
To a someone
Who’s forgotten,
Through a phone
That doesn’t ring.

#Paris #France

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