Sunday, 8 November 2015

November Time An Epic Rhyme

An interruption to my reverie
the telephone,a shrill cacophony
which blasts my mind from dwelling on the past
insistent ringing makes me pick up fast

I say" hello "and muffled sobs I hear
it takes a while for her voice to be clear
"an accident "she says" Can I come now"
I quickly ask my girlfriend's mother "How"

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