Alone I stand, a relic in the park.
My chrome skin gleams, a tarnished silver tear,
Where once I pulsed with voices, far and near.
I held the weight of whispered sweet nothings,
Urgent pleas, and frantic, joyful things.
Proposals breathed, goodbyes with trembling hand,
A lover's vow, a child's request for sand.
My buttons, worn by countless fingertips,
Recalled the warmth where someone's hope would drip.
A coin would chime, a connection made complete,
A lifeline thrown across the city's street.
Though silent now, the memories remain,
A symphony of voices, whispering through the rain.
I dream of days when fingers grazed my face,
A world connected, embraced in one warm space.
And though the cell phone reigns with instant call,
A part of me still yearns to stand up tall.
For in that pause, that search for coins to find,
A deeper touch, a connection of the mind.
So let me stand, a monument of care,
A silent witness to the love we share.
A forgotten friend, but one who holds so dear,
The echoes of connection, ringing loud and clear.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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