By terry
Date: 9 June 2000
Don't Call Me Anymore
You occupied my heart for so many years that I forget how many. And when you vacated the organ you left behind a big gaping hole. One I had to let time fill with magic ‘forget-me-never’ putty. And over that I added a layer of steel, with a lock and fail-safe combination keypad. Now someone else is demanding entrance, but hell I may have lost the number code.
And I resent you for this last reminder of what we might have been. Leave me alone now. Quit calling, dammit. I have to remove all the dead temporary filling. The permanent love wagon is waiting to unload. And I have heart to rebuild.
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