on the edge of the ledge

Hi

I didn’t mean

to miss

your last

ten calls,

please excuse my

tardy response

but you see

a big black

sadness

has befallen me

and i just can’t seem to

pick up the phone.

oh what do you mean

lance is not there?

He died?

Oh God no!

when?

seven phone calls ago!

please forgive mrs de goveia

i really was too caught

up

in my darkness to

listen to the messages.

lance

oh well

yes

he was always

the lucky

one…

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5 responses to “on the edge of the ledge

  1. Interesting twist at the end of the poem.

  2. thanks for stopping by…am going to try and write some happy joyful stuff soon now that the sun is shining 🙂

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