Thursday 22 September 2011

A deathly old poem

Burying the dead
You don't phone me anymore!
I feel guilty, but I'm not to blame.
I don't know where you are
I want to see you, hear you,
Laugh or comfort you.
Just moan at me once more.
Tell me what to do.
I need to know you haven't changed.
I've deleted you from my address book!