I sounded like an old LP

On the phone with you

Early this morning

 

You believed me didn’t you

That the January wind

Had stolen the strength

From my voice

And the breath from my lungs

 

 

Or did you know

The spasms that afflicted me

Stemmed from the rupturing

Of the cords surrounding my heart

Being pulled in so many directions

 

How long has it been

Since you’ve heard the choking

Spitting cough bursting in between

The swallowed breaths

Or is it too hard to recognize

When you can’t see

The escort of tears

 

 

 © Gayle Force Press 2014

 

 

• Poetry