Poem: Conversation



Love is a long conversation,
savored with a friend,
looked at from differences
Value buried in point of view

Like conversation, suddenly withheld,
isolation brings a kind of madness
No ear to hear the words I speak,
or voice to give a needed argument

So speak to me from where you are
and let me hold your words
like your face, held in my hands
Gently, lingering in your life

The conversation need not end
for want of things to say, to hear
Distance hasn’t cut away our need
to speak, to write, to touch, converse
Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
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