Staring so very far away.
You've not been yourself for days.
Bury your head in your hands.
Finding you doing the best that you can,
offering that as consolation.
I called and reached your answering machine.
You're still floating through my mind,
like a lullaby.
Leave your name and number
though I will never reply.
But you don't owe anyone anything
out of generosity's sake.
Would you tell your mother and your father,
they raised you like a rose from a field where nothing grows.