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Saturday afternoon I learn about you
Staying three more days, just to see me.
You move my heart
Like sappy flicks move frivolous girls
So I think of calling you
Speaking to your soul all my troubles

I manage to get out of dinner early
Excuse my hosts
Tell them I have better things to do
And I go to my place,
Think like a madman;
I decide to call

Problem, though, is that I don't know
Your aunt's number
So I ask someone and she tells me.
I dial the eight numbers
Under suspended breath
And wait for your voice

But your aunt picks up
She tells me, you are out
I tell her, will wait
Time passes by,
For your call
And when you do
I pick up the phone

Is it your voice?
Or someone I don't know
Oh, it is you
Can I talk with you?
About nothing, just talk
Right, there's time tomorrow

I hang up and think
About this hidden "no"
And get that someone to ask me
Yes, I tell her, she said "no"
I don't understand my sadness

I have feelings and thoughs,
Not genuine love
'Cause I don't know her
But do know enough
To forget her and,
Remember her as little sister

I talk all night and think
About regretting my call
Or enjoying her sparked curiosity
I don't sleep for two hours
I want to dream,
Reality drags me down

I'm mature; love foolish
I am a man, of some principle
I don't cry because I didn't share
Enough of me
It's all gone and lost
Goodbye

Night, forgotten, tearless
Gone with whispered words
In languages that cannot explain
My pain and desire
For something pictured,
Created in my image.


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The following comments are for "Absent Night"
by tkal317

Absent Night
"I am a man, of some principle / I don't cry because I didn't share / Enough of me"

Struck a deep nerve, this one did. Preemptive defensive manuevers.

Nice poem, thank you for posting.

( Posted by: chinadoll [Member] On: July 27, 2006 )

Absent Night
You hit a nerve I think we all have felt this way at one time or another very well done

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: July 29, 2006 )

Absent Night
Intensely evocative honesty. Really hit home. There’s a nice plain-speaking self-searching quality to this. Like talking to yourself to rationalise and reason out your emotions. Felt like a glimpse in to something personal, but also universal. Think there are a lot of people who can identify and empathise with this.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: July 30, 2006 )

womanly comments
Not to sound misogynistic or anything. I think, though, that it's interesting that only women have replied (which, of course, exludes this very reply). I guess the better sex feels more. I wrote this to just get over the experience of being, once again, infatuated. Really, it just ruins my life. I don't know why I have to look at pretty faces so much. Personality and inner self are the key words. Appearance is just sadly overrated. Anyway, am grateful for you wonderful women commenting. Also, hope to do you justice with all my poetry on women.

Yours truly,
-sami

( Posted by: tkal317 [Member] On: July 31, 2006 )





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