say.

Yesterday.

You said

I will call you

And we would talk about

The past,

The Future,

The world as it slept,

Friends and family,

Your past,

Those other things,

The world as it awoke.

But.

You never called

And I find myself awaiting,

A call that doesn’t ring

A letter that never arrives

A message in a bottle

A whisper in the night

Mornings have dawned

And I haven’t slept a wink

And I’m barely alive

And I’m dying with every blink.

The weather’s getting colder.

The Fog is getting thicker.

Life is getting harder

And dreams are long dead.

The whispering night wind

Brings me no peace

The flying papers

Bring me no news

I feel utterly alone--

The train as it weeps in the distance—

And tomorrow will find me

Cheerful and chatty

Drowning out the quiet of

A call that doesn't ring

A letter that never arrives

A message in a bottle

A whisper in the night

And the weeping train and the whispering night winds and the rustling papers

They bring me no rest.

--h.c