Your Phonecalls Poem by A.B. Black Waltz

No more angry static to be heard
From the mobile phones we used.
No more of your voice
to identify you: even as imaginary.

We stop knowing each other
When we slowly seal our lips in silence.
I end the signals that connect
You and I in this vast existence.

And then we leave the spaces
Where we were suppose to be.
Slowly time fills cracks...gaps
Until the crack is almost invisible.

Just almost.

(For Jave)