More often
than you know,
Wordless
In a desert
With little else to show;
I get lost
Down misty streets
Where I don’t belong
And shouldn’t go,
Still waiting
For your call
On a phone
I no longer own.
It’s insane
This secret life
Of dreams--
Wading undead
Through a rain
Of autumn leaves;
Today I realized
It's almost August
But I’m ahead in fall,
Still looking
For a phone
I no longer own…
Waiting
For your call.