A strange compulsion compels

To prod at the scar, now healed

To see if there is any residual pain

I hear the phone bell ring

With a strange detachment

And stranger repressed excitement

Chatting with his secretary, befriended

In another world, another time

Was it because she is a sweet lady

Or because she is a part of that life

Which I could never be?

He is on the other line, am told

Will call you back, am told;

And there is no residual pain

As a voice whispers in my ear

Move on dear girl, move

Leave those shores now,

Your love was always within you

Never at that other end

 ~Horizon~

21st Nov 2006

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