A radio, pulsing to the beat of this frequency…
Cardiovascular sound waves
and the blood oozes from the speakers.

I’m so incredibly tuned in,
but the other side won’t answer my calls.
I’ve gotten through once or twice,
but it’s been years now
since I’ve heard anything.

I wonder why those trashy ads
are on the ultimate station.
I’d rather hear static or silence,
because when the real music plays
there is nothing else worth listening to.
After my mind’s experienced
the sweetness of one-way love,
before I’ve realized that it can’t hear me…

I’ll sing along, but it doesn’t matter to the other side.

Forever the listener…
And never the voice.
Never a conversation!
I wish I could speak and be heard!
I wish that I could love and be loved!