I called you on the phone yesterday. I was able to tell you about the day I had— You told me about the weather up in Heaven
By Taylor Doyle2 years ago in Poets
It wasn’t as awkward as when you butt-dialed me a few years ago To tell me later that all you wanted was to hear my voice.
I went to a bar a few weeks ago— party of me, myself, and I. It was the Friday before Father’s Day. Over the clicks and clanks of shot glasses,