 | The ringing echoes through the wires
the voice he hears is lovely, familiar
the tone he doesn't recognize
At first he doesn't believe what he hears
he fights to keep the control of himself
that he can feel he is losing
His calm demeanor fades as he searches for words
explanations and time and distance swirl through his head
he thinks this is a joke, maybe a test
He looks around to see if anyone is noticing him
he is surrounded by people, walking, talking, sitting.
They all seem to be sneering
They give glances as if observing a car wreck
he wonders if they perceive what has happened
he wonders if he is only imagining their stares
He returns to the voice
questions its motives, its decisions
he doesn't understand
He accepts the words.
lets them in
he now allows the thought that this might be real
Control is lost, his throat aches, his eyes are blurred
he doesn't care anymore if anyone sees
he becomes tunneled, blinded
The voice on the other end is silenced
harshly, slammed
he becomes enraged, fearful, lost
He remains alone, tunneled,
unaware of anyone else in the room.
he rips off his gold, he had worn it for years
He lets it fall
alone, it twirls through the air
falling through memory and time.
A cursed circle of a broken promise
he lets it go, after all it wasn't his choice to release it
a voice from five thousand miles away
there was no decisions to be made
they had already been put together for him
It was beautiful as it twirled around
spinning with memories
spinning with deceit
shimmering in the well lighted room
the sound it made as it danced
the writing that shone from inside.
Breathtaking
It stops.
he turns,
walks away.
and there it stays
unbroken in form
yet severed in meaning
and there it stays.
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