I stare,
telephone stares back at me.
Brightening it's eyes when I feel you calling.
Time is cost, so time it right.
Priceless dreams fade into the night.
The awakening of morning darkens my spirits,
but I hear you on the other end still breathing.
The impulse of words through telephone wires.
Though accounted for,
can never be blueprinted or relived.
Disappear come sunrise.
Reappear like ghosts in graveyards every time,
you touch the 7 digits that keep me praying
someday you will come back to me.
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