of L.M.
i.
can I make your cell phone
vibrate in your jeans pocket
wherever you are, whoever you're with
were you prepared for me
to want you like this
to need you like this
to need to reach you out of the blue
out in the deep, needing to know
if you're out fishing, out to lunch
out on the town, out of town
out of your clothes, out of your skin
or out of your mind
I am out of my mind or almost
over needing to make contact
to know exactly where you are
what you're doing
where could you be, who could you be with
why I've not heard from you
I had to go and fall in love and be left out
out in the cold as hot as it is
my baby, nowhere to be found
pen alone to seek you
no cell phone, no cell phone number
to make your phone
in your jeans pocket
vibrate when I dial your number
when we parted at the bus stop
I hadn't a clue it would have been this long
this gap
between then and when next we met
this unexpected separation
am I in your heart and thoughts
to the degree, to the extent
that you are haunting me,
causing me to ache and long
to pine and yearn, sick with missing you
from how much I'm missing you
here imagining, someone else
is holding you, keeping you, kissing you
who was it who called while we were out
who interrupted our date
who has your cell phone number
when I don't
connected to you, when I'm not
ii.
so you have become another one
of the few persons, I suffer to see
bleeding poems, weeping poems
peeing poems in the interim
to fill in the space, to fill in the time
difficult, the times to live through
that I must live through
without you
without a word, without a sign
without a bit of knowledge
of your whereabouts
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2011
Written between 7:10 p.m. and 7:48 p.m.
on Monday, August 22, 2011
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