Your Call


Your Call

A Poem by TTBoy

6:57am

and I’m supposed to be awake for your call?

Are you kidding?

What could you possibly have to say to me

 to tell me that you can’t say to me at 9:05pm?

Is life really going to change that much in nine hours?

You know what,

 I’ll just speak to you then

You can be my wake up call anyway

 since I forgot to bring my alarm clock

I can’t believe there’s not even a clock radio

 in this cabin

Oh my…

  The phone is breaking up and I only have one bar left

 I can’t believe I forgot to pack the charger!

Why did I come up here?

Wait…

 you packed my bag, didn’t you?

© 2010 TTBoy

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