telephone

540am
a ringing phone shredding frets
darkness still
the slumber and
the right to stay unconscious

541am
the ringing phone chordal shrill
escaping I, shut eye,
supine.

"Mum?"
Your hand phone is switched off.

544am + + +
Speak to her?
She is gone, long gone

I am her breaking h____

549am
pitch black unsung
morning dew,
voice of broken english
message carrier....

... a car immobile?

I am her breaking he__

Perspectives from old clandestine
resurfacing anew,
I am her breaking hea__
and differentiation tool.

Clarity a must,
I am finally understanding.
I am not her hopelessness
Nor her breaking

constantheart.