I’ve been waiting on a call
The one that says you
Have been in an accident
Took too many meds
Took two few
Passed away in your sleep
Had your last heart attack
Couldn’t live without your other half
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I’ve been waiting on a call
The one that says
No one’s there to listen for my silence
Those same old stories are only faded echoes
Don’t feel guilty about staying at arms length
There will be no more embraces
God’s put more space between us, and less
I got a call today
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Author’s note:
I have not yet received this call. This poem is my thoughts on when that time will inevitably come, in response to “close calls” that have happened in recent years.
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Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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