She's caramelized air,
Where she's now remains unclear
While the sound of her voice
Constantly repeats her choice.
Once a friend, then off she went,
Never explaining what it meant
To talk to her, to borrow her a thing
Knowing she never returned anything.
Gone forever, number invalid,
No one will ever now what she did
After she waved from the train.
She meant a plastic ring sent down the drain.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
