THE FIRST ARCHIVES- A poetic journey into and through adolescence
HEART TRANSPLANT
“Beep, Beep, Beep…”I listened to the monotonous ring of the phone. I had called him. He wouldn’t pick up. With each beep my heart fell deeper into the swamps of sorrow. The wells within my eyes overflew. Waters poured from my soul and split my cheek in two. Pain ran through my veins.
My heart was sinking deeper. There was no answer, no reply on the other line. Why?
The monotonous beeping continued without hesitation and I thought, indeed I will need a heart transplant after all. – 2006
- My initial response is how much of a love sprung teenager could I have been? I know exactly who this is about and he did call me back by the way… this was just written in the ‘heat’ of the moment. I am so glad I am past that adolescent phase, well not entirely but for the most part, minus the dramatic notions of love…
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