Can’t you stay away? I'm running out of pieces. I saw you walking down the street. I nearly tripped over my finger. I only have three left.
“Angela,” I hear. My left hand falls off at the wrist. No! Don’t say hi – too late. I kept my balance – tricky without a right foot. The phone rings…I knew it was you when my nose dropped into my sandwich. I've lost my appetite along with my appendages.
Songs don't lie. I fall to pieces, each time I see you again, I fall to pieces, each time someone speaks your name.
Kate Gowers almost 10 years ago
Especially for Steve, who sings on Tuesdays. Perhaps I'm cruel, or too literal.
Ricky Moore almost 10 years ago
Loved it Kate!