Stewart Little

November 21, 2011
I watch you stare

at the space on the wall

as you wait patiently

for an expected call

your lips purse out

eyes drooping just a bit

you obnoxiously twitch

where you temporarily sit

our bodies are only

inches away

the television flickers

I want you to stay

Incoming call

her voice is extremely squeaky

you look over in mid-sentence

I hope you can't read me

So I divert my eyes

and smile at the screen

hope you have fun

is not what I mean

no matter the show

that airs at my time

can glue your interest

and change your mind

so obviously you'll leave

out the blue colored door

As I weigh into my lumpy couch

my heart quietly hitting the floor

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