Left Unread

You are not my friend.

Please don’t act so shocked, surprised

All charades meet their end

Aren’t you tired of your own lies?

It isn’t “once upon a time” or “way back in the day”

It’s torture picking up your calls

Like we have shit to say

Though we knew each other once

We’re ghosts of yesteryear

Can you not see the graves?

I dug them deep.

I see them clear.

Funeral bells a’tolling

It is time for final slumber

Two months have passed

Still left unread?

You kill me: Lose my number

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