NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
This is the first message to be featured from the New Haven, CT MC. I would have thought that given its close proximity to NYC and its large university population that it would be a bustling feed, but unfortunately it isn’t (for right now – feeds can shift from low to high and back again in a matter of weeks…). We’ll see what happens over time!
Soft Exhumes
Missed Connections in New Haven, CT
Soft Exhumes
My breath escapes in soft exhumes,
Like whispered, wandered, tired rooms
And feet that always tread back on themselves
remembered voices, remembered smells
Voices are voices and mine barely speaks
It’s like an old tired and tiresome preach
it locks in the vital, the current, the life,
lets out the rehearsed, the tangential, the strife,
Bit by bit, piece by piece, the mortar breaks down
the walls slowly crumble, the stones all around
My path is more traveled than some, oh I know
To watch one’s defenses grow, shrink, and go
I can’t help, I remember. I’m haunted here still
Your voice, I don’t know, and I never will
Mouthing some things I didn’t know how to say
But thank you for being my friend for a day.
