Before you left, you struggled.
Making me your endeavor.
Fed me wine & flattery.
You bid me goodbye.
You said you never use the phone.
Am I going to be waiting?
My ash tray is so packed now,
Hope thinned down by smoke.
I sat by the telephone
For the last time yesterday,
Drinking your red moscato.
I am done with you
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
Before you left, you struggled.
Making me your endeavor.
Fed me wine & flattery.
You bid me goodbye.
You said you never use the phone.
Am I going to be waiting?
My ash tray is so packed now,
Hope thinned down by smoke.
I sat by the telephone
For the last time yesterday,
Drinking your red moscato.
I am done with you
Written in Dodoitsu.
They keep sending me to the halfway with nothing to show for it.
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
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