Friday, 16 March 2012

… anybody there?

Not a good time?
It's never me
Always them
Voicemail and I'll call you back
Seven missed calls but still no word
Busy lives breed busier friends
Moments passed should be moments held
Trying to hold on to compliments
Forgetting everything; Nothing left
An empty room and a night bus full of people
Cold hard stairs lead the way I've known before.
Calling out softly
Never making a fuss
A text at your next convenience
Until then I’ll be fine.

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