DEAR JACK,

Did it occur to you, one of us could die today?
Did you stop to think, of what we’re putting off?
Can you answer me without getting weepy?
If we’re so in love, why are we apart?

The receiver starts to pop and snap.
This connection is anything but clear.
You hear my voice cracking on its own accord.
But you tell me there’s nothing that your hear.

Every life’s a book and yours is looking empty.
Every page I turn, there’s nothing there to see.
Have you been erasing it? Or tearing all the pages out?
Where do you put them; would you please just let me read?

Did it occur to you, one of us could die today?
Did you stop to think, of what we’re putting off?
Can you answer me without getting weepy?
If we’re so in love, why are we apart?

Ponder this.
Take your time.
It’s important, most urgent thing I know.
Are you waiting, or only wishing?
If you’re lying please just let me go.

Did it occur to you, one of us could die today?
Did you stop to think, of what we’re putting off?
Can you answer me without getting weepy?
If we’re so in love, why are we apart?

Because one of us could die today.

# posted by Zort @ 7:15 AM ::