(Poem 3)

When the phone rang,
It was the end
Though it was the beginning. I remember the sound,
Like a poisoned nostalgia:
Da da da dum, da da da dum.
The sound of your heart,
Goodness I craved it,
But it was muffled by the rustling of keys.
Trees furrowed their brows and the wind shrieked over and over in long and short breaths. It’s kind of funny how nature mimics us...
We were left to ask
“Oh Lord, what the hell is happening?”
We were left to ask.
It’s kind of funny how nature mimics us...
Trees furrowed their brows and the wind shrieked over and over in long and short breaths, But it was muffled by the rustling of keys.
Goodness I craved it,
The sound of your heart:
Da da, da dum, da da, da dum.
Like a poisoned nostalgia
I remember the sound.
Though it was the beginning,
It was the end
When the phone rang.