You said you’d come by ten,
and then,
you hanged up.
It’s almost four,
and still I drink,
alone.
I stare at the chair next to me,
and see,
you are still not there.
I drink again
and again
I stare.
I think of the things that you liked me to do,
I sing a song,
To you.
I sing in silence,
no one listens,
(but a few)
not you.
Someone taps over my shoulder,
“Time to go,
We now close.”
I step out in the light,
almost day,
it draws.
You said you’d come by ten,
I needed you,
then.
I step over myself,
urban violence.
Silence.
I needed to talk and I asked you to listen,
you neglected the call…
So cold.
I was in such pain and so confused,
Could take no more,
No more.
I sang a song to you, but you did not listen,
You will not know,
The refrain.
My funeral’s song you won’t hear either,
you will be absent,
Again.