I Own A Phone

by Kenneth Hoffman
(Morristown, NJ , USA)

Things that used to be important
Somehow all turned into you.
The love I lost fills me with torment,
Now I’m alone, sad and blue.

I own a phone that doesn’t ring,
My four gray walls are echoing.
These empty days turn into nights,
This tunnel has no end in sight.

I get out of my chair
To go downstairs
To find myself staring
At the note you left there.

I have a door that never opens
But I can’t stop praying and
I won’t stop hoping.
I don’t have a choice,
I miss you so much:
The sound of your voice and
The soft of your touch.