The phone call

48/100
100 poems/52 weeks challenge’ 2018

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North Star by Dadu Shin

I guess I cannot write it–
the pain is too saturated
for the stars to become
separate,
in a constellation of a memory.

In the dark,
I held up my neck
and I listened to your alien voice
and from the haunt of the silent space,
one might imagine,
it was accidentally passing by.




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