by Dylan Darroch

Created on: December 06, 2011

Three square and a call,

Then where were you?

Lonesome and all;

All by alone, I mean all alone.

Cold window panes,

Aimed out the home.

Looking for you; lonesome alone.

Frozen and died.

Can't start itself;

The battery's fried.

The car left unplugged,

Away from the wall,

Away from the place...

Where the icicles fall.

Looking for you; lonesome and all.

Measure the distance,

From town unto town,

Country to sad country,

Smile down to frown.

The distance of the last,

Long made distance call.

Calling the cellphone,

That I called you on.

Spanning the distance; lonesome and gone.

Thoughts dead or dying,
Like a sad winter call.

Looking for you; lonesome and all.

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