Wednesday, 12 March 2014

A chat with you

I pick up the phone
to call your number
then I remember
you`re up there
Angels came down here
to give you your wings
now you fly with them
free as a bird
If I could fly
what would I be?
an albatross
who flies across
the great open sea!
I visit your grave
to talk with you
don`t need a phone
just your memory
fly with your angels
but visit me too
numbers not needed
to sit and chat with you!

Still got your number, though it`s not needed any more...

© Lis Bull 2014

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