Sundays on Vocal

“hello, is there anybody out there”

silence echoes in the stillness

“has everybody left me here alone?”

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“yessss”

hisses the wind

“you have exactly as you wished for”

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“but I made that wish years ago”

I heard the whine in my tone

“I don’t want it now”

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“you don’t choosssse the durationss”

the sibilation sounded mocking

“you wissshed thiss many timess”

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the wind was right, of course.

I had wished repeatedly to be alone.

but not because I wanted to be alone.

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“but I didn’t mean like this!”

a single tear dropped from my cheek to the sand.

“not for this length of time”

.

“then why wisshhh so many timess?”

his condescension was pungent

“you ask, you reccceice”

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“but I needed to be alone THEN, not now”

he knew he had triggered me

“please take me home”

.

“I can only carry your wishesss”

he danced the sand into a whirl

“and thissss”

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“then where did you carry them”

petulance all but stomped my foot

“for the past two years?”

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“to the ssame placce as alwaysss”

he was smiling mockingly

“they choosse the timingsss”

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I stood in the silence between us

angered and impatient

for my dream to end

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