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You don't call anymore and I have nothing to say

by Abel Johnson Thundil about a year ago in sad poetry

Written by Abel Johnson Thundil

You don't call anymore and I have nothing to say
Photo by Noah Silliman on Unsplash

You don’t call anymore,

And I have nothing to say.

A fly sits on the apple with brown spots.

I wave it off and eat it.

A blot of pigeon poop on the chair.

I scratch it off and sit on it,

Waiting for you to walk down the road;

Waiting for you to wave.

But you don’t come.

You don’t call anymore,

And I have nothing to say.

Tops spin to a stop,

And helium balloons never return,

A cat with a broken leg fails to jump the fence;

And it waits there crying

To be with the others cats.

You don’t call anymore,

And I have nothing to say.

But when I sit on the chair,

I hope you'll come.

When I eat the stale apple,

I hope you feel my pain.

And when I can’t jump the fence,

I assume you’re on the other side

Waiting

For me to heal.

sad poetry

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