i open my window <br />to let my soul <br />wander <br />in search <br />for you, <br /> <br />cold draft came <br />with vengeance <br />giving me goose bumps <br />but i endured <br />mumbling your name <br /> <br />i sat down <br />bowing my head <br />to more frustration <br />to a sight of a squirrel <br />digging nuts in rubble <br /> <br />bright idea <br />i called your number <br />listening to your fading voice <br />“i call you later”<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-you-really/
