The heart is hallow. And the feelings are still empty. A dry and imaginary tear rolls off my cheeks. I call you up. Your words were soft. I listened. You mumbled. The ears struggled to catch the words. You repeated. The ears ignored them for fear of asking to repeat. My words were plain. Did you listen ? My heart cries out for a friend. But no reply. Its late. Goodnight. I hang up the phone. The heart dies. |