A Weekly Ritual

I shy away
from the phone
afraid
to pick it up
and dial your number.

For weeks past,
we talked
indulged, conversed
bright laughter
brash outbursts
blushful revelations
A weekly ritual.

Then one night,
I felt something strange
maybe you did too.
For as we bade
sweet dreams
our final goodbyes,
deep far away somewhere
a minor chord
was struck
in broken harmony.

Weeks passed.
First, one
then another
and soon I lost count.
Thoughts of calling you
clung dear
alway there, lingering.

But I never did.

It's been many weeks since.
Why didn't I call?
Feelings swirled
up down inside
Questions arose
and fell , unanswered

Still,
I shy away
from the phone
afraid
to pick it up
and dial your number.


I did this one on the way home on the train, again. Recollections of the past, notes that still ring clear to me,..it's amazing what you can put down on paper right? ;) I've injected a lot of true feelings into this one..what do you think? Tell me.! ~Shinoda