For some reason when you hung up I cried
great heaving sobs, as if I were a child
and my beloved dog or aunt had died.
You left me with emotions mixed and wild.
But why was I so saddened and so moved?
I tried so hard, I wanted to believe
the worst. I tried - you left me so confused
I had nothing to think or to perceive.
All day I had survived the endless wait
and thought I'd be okay. Not great, but I
could live. It hit me, though, a bit too late,
that this would count failure. I'd rather die.
I wouldn't take it well, I said. It'd just
be proof that I should wrap my heart with rust.
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