I called again. dont ask why
I wanted to hear 'i was wrong'
I knew you weren't home
Maybe I could talk to your mom
I could ask her how she was doing
Ask her about life itself, too
Ask her about your brothers
And ask her what is true
I could ask her how she's been
If she's missed me at all
I could ask her if she won the lottery
Or if Nicco's gotten tall
I could ask her about Jamie
And how's your new school
I could ask her about music
Bands, and concerts too
I'm scared I might slip
'Does he talk about me? '
I'm ready to face my pain
*click* answering machine...
Gabriella Franco
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/answering-machine/
