“Not to be macabre, but…”
I’m tired and unfinished,
and I noticed,
that when I thought of calling you,
to kill time,
I couldn’t.
Because, you are dead.
Then I thought of someone else,
the same someone I always think of when I want to talk to you and I can’t.
You know, the person I ultimately end up trying to call,
when you aren’t available.
But, that person, is also now dead.
I make calls that go to voicemails that are never answered.
Living and dead.
Screened, and unattended.
Voicemail box set up, but forever unclaimed.
Kind of wish that I had picked up more often,
now that I come to think of it.
It’s funny how life appears busy,
until it isn’t.
It’s a little known fact,
that prayers now go directly to voicemail.