I cannot sleep .. I miss you so ..
I dial your number out of habit ..
It keeps ringing ..
There is no one at the other end ..
I keep forgetting you are gone ..
It keeps slipping my mind ..
Old habits die hard ..
It’s out of habit .. that I keep compulsively picking the phone .. to call your number ..
To tell you I am on my way ,to see you
To tell you I am okay , and ask you how you are ?
To wish you on your birthday ..
To tell you .. about the boy I like ..
To tell you .. you need to be at my wedding ..
But who do I go back to ? You aren’t there ..
And the phone keeps ringing ..
Art: Pascal Campion