Sunday, February 17, 2008

His Voice

Testing?
Can you hear me now?

I can hear you. I don't know.

Testing
Testi-

Are you there? I don't know.

Testingtestingtestingtesting!

I can hear you. Take it slow.

We are like the broken connection
of my rundown computer late on a Sunday night.
We are like my hand on the mic dock,
gently pushing one against another and never giving up
Even though the pointlessness of this
is driving me insane because it won't just repair.
It's easier just to start over.

Can you hear me?

I can hear you. I don't know.

Good. I missed you.

I missed you, too.

I can say it time and again
But it never means the same
When I hear it from you.
Cause you may miss me
and your voice says the same
But it's not your voice anymore.
It's not my voice anymore.
It's His voice
coming from your lips.

Testing?
(Can you care for me somehow?)

I can hear you. I don't know.

Figures.
You only heard the first part.
Bad connections to your voice
Bad connections to your life
Broken connections
On a lonely Sunday night.

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