The Telephone

We spoke..

she more than I.

I hung up the telephone,

I didn't speak.

I didn't hear.

My heart silent with ignorance.

My eyes were closed to the truth.

My pride was a wall so heavy and thick.

I had dismissed the conversation;

her love,

her loyalty.

I wander now,

and wonder.

I try to be indifferent,

But my soul sings her words.

Will we talk again?

The telephone is silent,

Waiting for me to pick it up.

IGK (c) 2004