Awkward Phone Calls

A POEM

by Gareth McLuckie

 

Friends

have come

Friends

have gone

 

Strange places

we’ve been

Strange faces

we’ve seen

 

Is there

such a thing

as home?

 

I will always

remember the

good ol’

days

 

Will this change

ever

be the same?

 

Awkward

phone calls get

less

and

less

until eventually

– nothing

 

I’ve done

the long

distance thing

 

It’s never worked

 

Maybe

I wasn’t

disciplined enough

 

 

 

Maybe

I fooled

myself

with

pity

 

I will always look

on them

with mysticism

 

Secure

and

forthright

 

How silly

it all

seems now

 

All frail

and

demure

 

We need to try and remember those days?

I don’t even know if you can remember me?

 

We need to try and dream it all up again.

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