I don’t think I can take it,
I really had enough,
You keep calling the house,
But when I answer you hang up.
My husband says you’re just a stupid kid,
And that you will stop soon,
But you never hang up on him,
Though sometimes he takes it in the other room.
I wonder if you’d just hold on,
For a great need has arisen,
And I have so much to say,
If you would only listen.
I’d tell you about my children,
They are healthy, they are happy,
And I would tell you how very much,
Those kids love their daddy.
I’d tell you how joyful we once were,
Such a perfect match,
And how everything will be better,
When we get over this rough patch.
I’d tell you how it feels,
To sit around and wait,
For him to come home,
When he says he’s working late.
I have faith in something bigger,
And I can still believe,
He wasn’t lying when he told me,
He would never leave.
I can tell you about the dreams we had,
And all the things we did,
But oh why would I tell you all that?
You’re just a stupid kid.
NaPoWriMo Entry #4