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Three short poems toying with the idea of being or feeling disconnected:

I.

my heart’s aflutter

as I knock on the door,

and it resonates

like never before;

he might not be there,

but I am not sure,

for a knock this sturdy

should be hard to ignore,

unless you don’t want to

be friends anymore!

II.

I shall have to miss

her yet another call

I am, after all,

lost in the rhythm

of this drawn-out fall.

III.

as I clean out my desk

I can hardly gloat-

most of the people

in my life

have been nothing

but a number

on a post-it note!

©Aaysid

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