A Phone Call

Someone from my past called today
It made me feel sick inside
He said he'd thought about me
All these years
I said I was finally starting
To forget

I felt uncomfortable
The things he said
Brought up the vile
Sick things from my past
That I had finally started
To forget

The phone cut out
Just in time
Smoke a cigarette
Try to keep my composure
Hopefully, soon, I can start
To forget again

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