Unfinished

I can’t seem to finish anything these days, The washing, Plans or parties, Drinks, That new show, That old film, Or this poem  

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Call Me

Human existence passing between two cracked screens, Miles apart but to them only a few seconds it seems- Two ears pressed eagerly to speakers awaiting replies- The window to the soul is no longer their eyes But the voice, and for that they are both surprised. Ten minutes fade into two hours, Like sun drenched … Continue reading Call Me