Musings by The Poet Loriet
Asphyxia
When it dawned on me
that he was saying goodbye,
I stopped breathing.
I held the phone
in my death grip
as I wailed, sobbed,
beat the mattress
with my anxious fists.
I cried out loud and
sniffled and screamed
and gasped for air
for well over an hour
as he sat in silence
on the other end
of the thin phone line
that no longer
connected our souls...
Silence.
He did not, would not,
refused to resucitate me.
He offered nothing
as I choked
on his words.
Lori Beal
that he was saying goodbye,
I stopped breathing.
I held the phone
in my death grip
as I wailed, sobbed,
beat the mattress
with my anxious fists.
I cried out loud and
sniffled and screamed
and gasped for air
for well over an hour
as he sat in silence
on the other end
of the thin phone line
that no longer
connected our souls...
Silence.
He did not, would not,
refused to resucitate me.
He offered nothing
as I choked
on his words.
Lori Beal
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