The Patterns: That Call...

-

 I

just don't know

what

I'd

do

if I got that call...


if I got that

text...


Shit I think I'd just break.


The

"Hey, uhm I just wanted to find

out

from

you

when last you saw or heard of... "


call or

text...


Shit I don't think I could handle it.


The

"I don't know if you've heard,

we

found

her

but... ... ..."


that sneaky little

"but"...


Shit I think I would go insane.


I

worry

about

you.


All

of

you.


I can't bare the thought that you could be here today

and

gone

tomorrow.


I can't bare the thought that you could go through such trauma

and

alone and

cold.


I can't breathe when I think about

my few friends and family,

who've gotten the call,

who were the caller,

or were who the call was about.


I wouldn't handle losing you...


I'd rather they take me instead.


Because I wouldn't handle losing you...


I

just

don't

know

what

I

would

do..


-Fez

Comments

  1. Voo Shining StoneFebruary 24, 2021 at 11:52 PM

    wow

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  2. JordsApril 28, 2021 at 9:03 AM

    It’s amazing how you’ve suspended yourself and placed yourself in all the possible positions of bearing or receiving such news. Your work is amazing.

    ReplyDelete

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