In Disconnect Mode
When the switch is removed altogether,
There isn’t an option,
No longer can I decide to say yes,
Or never no,
Never to suggest my time is sacred,
I would give you the world for an opportunity,
To say hello.
Like chalked sheetrock across my horizon,
A buried reality,
A disconnect like none felt
Though perhaps over a decade ago,
I feel this deja-vu
I didn’t believe I would sign up for again.
I look at words,
They can be literal signatures,
Referenced, remembered, recalled, reciprocated,
A word or two, a phrase can be a testament,
And we are left to decide their meaning,
I choose to mean well, without any disappointment or regret.
Oh, to understand the ramifications of love in disconnect.