Elijah Wyman What I Save In Flowers, I Spend In Postage
I tried to stay awake
waiting for your call,
but when it finally came
I’d already gone to sleep.
Answering machine
had already picked up.
It was set for the third ring
which had already rung as I woke up.
Now I’m racing for the phone
but tangled in the sheets,
fell face flat on the floor,
and I’m spitefully cursing
because I’m hearing in the next room
you’re angry I forgot you.
I’ve forgotten you again.
Picked up my old pen,
and scribbled out this note.
Within a weeks time
you’ll get my envelope and then you’ll know
I was racing for the phone
but tangled in the sheets,
fell face flat on the floor,
and I’m spitefully cursing
because I’m hearing in the next room
you’re angry I forgot you.
I’ve forgotten you again.
The danger is not in anger, oh no.
But apathy will squelch the strongest love
