I'm tired
I dread the long buzz of an incoming call
Yet when I answer and we both go
On and on and on and on and on
About the gossip and our day and our mothers
I feel so accepted.
So wanted.
You called to share with me.
And we laugh and we smile and we agree.
YOU ARE READING
As It Is
PoetryShort bits of writing I come up with in my everyday life - I try to see the world as pretty
