Soon

What does it mean to talk ?
What is this exchange of syllables ?
How does it take on meaning ?

Like a man in the desert
I thirst
to hear you
to see you.

Three times
the symphony of your
voice rang out
today

How is this not enough ?
Does greed grow in me
like a cancer ?
Insatiable
Unstoppable

More
To hear you
hold you
touch you
love you

This exchange of syllables,
talk,
is something.
Not enough
insufficient

Milliseconds
take years
Days
centuries

A Buddhist chanting
Soon, soon, soon

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26 September, 2012

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I am Noman
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