off-ramp by Angela Thomas it's been almost a month now, a month that we've dropped messages, phone calls, letters, the ball, and everything else in sight while struggling to hug through digital simulacra, struggling to make sense of what we feel, continue to feel. you really got me the other day. i had pulled off the freeway at an exit somewhere to talk to you, and in your voice i heard insecurity, a pain, a belief however fleeting that i had laid with another man. and then i heard something else. "baby, just come home." your voice cracked, a faltering wish finally escaping from your lips. and i imagine that it's going to be hard when i do. when i finally come home, and we settle into reality and each others arms. "soon, love, soon." 10/28/2009 Posted on 10/28/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Rachel Bennett on 11/27/09 at 06:41 AM The closeness of this really got me. Just the phrase "i heard insecurity, a pain, a belief" conveyed such a frantic urgency that I was hooked until "we settle into reality and each others arms." Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)