Remembering

Nine weeks later

my telephone bill

remembers our every word

and silences,

a note of your code,

your number,

the time, the day;

all the seconds

of our conversation

measured, totalled

and subtracted

from my bitten account.

The figures so sharp,

specific, twenty five pounds

and four pence,

as if someone had focused

a camera through our curtains,

shot our silhouettes in black

and white; so sharp I look again

to see if some computer

had numbered

all the hairs of your head

where my fingers lost

count in the dark.

.

.

.

related to Homecoming Overflowing

Advertisements

2 Replies to “Remembering”

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s