What’s the point
In dressing it up
And trying to be all poetic
Telling the truth
However uncouth
Will forever be my aesthetic
Blunt
I
wish
you
were
here
with
me
But
instead
I’m
all
alone
If
only
you
would
write
a letter
Or
call
me on
the
phone
It
would be
wonderful
to FaceTime
Or
if
you
texted
me
instead
But
I know
you
won’t
do any
of these
You
can’t
Because
you’re
dead
(Originally Posted 08.10.2020)