Someone asked me to write him something. I wrote this. |
| He said it'd be okay. Give her a call. Man, he said. It's been a while. Take a chance. It just might make you smile. He took her number. But he failed to see. It was her landline. All messages are unheard and unseen. He knocked on her door. No motion, no sound Her son came to greet him. knowing he'd be let down. She's a hard-working woman. with a young boy at home. independent and strong She prefers to be left alone. She knew... No more. |