silence

i guess the postal service died

no other cause will do

it's been more than a month

since i've heard a word from you


the phone company has gone on strike

or else my phone is broken

it's been too long a time it seems

since your sweet voice has spoken


it could not be dark apathy

or mystery ignoring me

that would not do it's not like you

to leave me so neglected

and somehow soon it must be true

you'll treat me as expected


to sit alone by my dumb phone

reveals a hope gone rotten

and it's much worse to live the curse

of someone who's forgotten.




douglas brent smith


 

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