The Post
The post mentioned her telepathic link being offline
Yet I received the call quite clearly.
She seemed unaware of having established a connection
Or did she feign?
Her breathing pattern suggested smoking
Then began a shuffling, a displacement of objects
Muttering
Moving she hummed and suddenly sang soprano
Loudly bemoaning a broken heart
Whose?
Searching with an inward gaze
Cast through a gritty pane - 'Sightless in Gaza'
She's singin' da blues, Emo-blues.
So then Ah! she exclaims and the line
Goes dead
I can only surmise she found a more reliable form of communication
Though evidently not with me
Whose heart is broken, I wonder?
Certainly not hers!
And mine's been stopped for so long
I'd forgot I had one.
poem by Winston T. Gylles
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