Hold - Paolo Manalo

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Hold
- Paolo Manalo

Through numbers at random
you found me, to talk fate:
how coincidence makes perfect

sense at midnight. Admitting
voice in the bedroom another
wake-up call, its urgency,

a distress code. In this cycle
repetition breeds familiarity.
From your end, the connection's

clearly for you, meaning,
it's all one way--need imposing
silence on my part, while the life

that leads you to end
your life travels from mouth to earpiece
all in one breath.

In the middle of night what excuse
would shut out the stranger
who has dialed me into a friend

whose only words can be yes and no
problem? Clearly these are desperate times.
By extension, your problems become mine

to solve. Conscience, however, permits hang-ups,
the only way to keep you in line.
Hang-ups versus hang-ups.

These are the limits of free speech.
You're allowed to talk only
on my own time--the length I'd give shell

with the beach's murmur to repeat sea.
Strange, but only when someone listens
does life ring true.

So each night when you wait for the moment to live
I wait for that moment to keep you
waiting.

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