I've been running around this house for days,
frantic because I can't find the note you gave me.
A simple note on a three-by-five
dictating, in your scrawling print,
that you'll be back again and I shouldn't worry;
you love me.
Somewhere in the shifting static
the words I've been clinging to were lost,
and the feeling is tantamount to heartbreak.
The note is gone,
and so are your words,
and so are you,
and so is your love.















Comments
On a more serious note, this is amazing for being just something to say you're writing and can still write. The imagery, it's exactly like the title says-- Frantic. Nicely done m'dear.
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"I'm here to sing a song." --Stephen Malkmus
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