You did promise,
We both remember your words,
But holding on to them
Would only make things worse.
You did mean well,
I trust you're a sweet soul,
But the day's twenty-four hours
Dug you a very deep hole.
Irene, stop promising,
No one trusts what you say
- not even you do anymore.
We'll forget it, okay?
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
