34.

Caller in the Night


I sat alone late last night
My knife poised o’er my wrist
No thoughts had I but suicide
No dreams save of eternal sleep

A ringing tone- the funeral march
Wakes me from my daze
An incoming call – a listed number
A lifeline to a wider life

We sat for half an age or more
Chatting the night away
Morning came, a darling flame
And severed our sightless sightline

So until next time,
Night or day
I say goodbye
And close my eyes