do you even exist?
I feel like
you’re in a whole other realm.
I don’t see you,
you don’t call,
then you call
and I’m not here.
so what about tomorrow?
Sunday’s no good.
you’ll be asleep – then what?
after lunch? you’ll be
in bed. I’ll call
in the morning.
you’re an organized mess.
goodbye then.
call when you can.

Tags: voicemail

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