by: Francesca Thrash
I've tried so many times to reach you,
When I was alone and lost,
But were you there to see me through it?
Were you there to ease the cost?
Did you think of me at all,
All through your normal, steadfast day?
When you forgot to call me back,
Was there just nothing left to say?
You wouldn't waste a single minute,
On someone as cold as me,
I had no warmth, no soul, no spirit,
Or did you just choose not to see?
How could you not have seen my questions,
Beneath Death's pallor on my face?
Were you so busy and uncaring,
To not see through my facade of lace?
Home again,
Jiggety jig!