hello...
anybody there?
why is the room always empty?
and i'm left
listening
to the echos of my conversations
turned to monalogues
drifting through cyberspace
in my rowboat
built from waking dreams and insomnia
hoping to find another
to share a current with
for maybe just a moment
untill the real world
calls
and i must sail on again
copy and paste
my muse is set free
all because
the room was empty
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this happens to me a lot. Even in the mall I'll be walking along with my hubby and we're talking then all of a sudden he's gone and I'm talking to myself. I just turn to someone near and say, "don't you think so?" LOL
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wow, this poem is so creatively done
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thanks
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