Communication cruelly cut, aren’t I a sight to see? A trembling, blubbering, emotional mess, the stress is clearly affecting me. Why did you withdraw your words, love? Was there something untoward that I said? Will you and I be apart forever? My unintentional offense meaning I’ve made my bed? Oh, darling, how I will miss you, those cheeky, clever thoughts you’ve shared, while I am here, absolutely annihilated, decimated by you, my formerly treasured sound, my prize. Because what I long for most, more than anything in this world, is to capture bubbles encasing your words, your voice, in shimmering iridescence, and when I will pop, pop, pop, these little bubbles, your charming, warming voice will be brought forth only to me. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay ***Author's Note*** I'm sure you all know the feeling when you think you must have said something wrong because the other person stops replying. This poem can be read in either a humorous, lighthearted manner, or in a more serious tone.
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