by James McDuffie
7/26/05

I awoke to a thud,
Something had fallen,
But it was not you.

I wanted to sleep,
But, my body would not let me,
Why awaken without you?

The feeling of dosage,
Surrounded me,
Had I walkingly taken?

Or was it the result,
Of a state so deep,
I never heard you leave.

There was big news,
The first in two years,
That I wanted you to know.

But the tone kept sounding,
The the voice told me,
No one was home.

I fret when I cannot,
Get in touch with you.

But its only when I have,
Something to say,
That I try and find you.

Availability in this connected world,
Can create undue worry.

How before,
Could you tell,
All was well?

So I wait,
For that one signal,
Then I can release,
My worry and tension.

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