A number
blinks on my phone
it’s flashed before
several times today
and last week
it floods my inbox too
unheard voice messages
unreturned and unloved
now those of you
that hold the fate
of a lonesome life
in their lonesome hands
will probably never
know the camomile heart
that just died on the other
side of a two way mirror
trembling for an old polaroid
a cup of tea, a burnt toast and
a facsimile of dear life.
—
You only ever
have pennies
to offer a pauper
and tears to
the lonely bear
that sits and cries
at the end of a
very long tunnel.