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On the Line
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Lessons Learned I held my breath waiting for your next word
I knew you were on the line with me, only me.
The thought lulled me to sleep with my face
Still clutching the telephone receiver.
Though you were in a different area code
I somehow still felt connected.
Sometimes your breath transmitted across phone lines
Was all I needed to keep from feeling alone.
But then you finally hung up on me;
The dial tone is such a lonely sound.
The lines of communication had to be opened
When I closed myself off to the rest of the world
Or maybe there was a disconnection because
I reached out to you and they opposed me.
But I’m finding my way back through the cables
To where I belong and it isn’t on the line with you.
