Checking In On My Friend Stacey Poem by Christopher Correia

I’m alright, but what about you Stacy?
You seem so far away lately
Heard you’re feeling a little down the last little while
So I decided to drive by your house just to see you
And I brought along your favourite; French fries
It’s free, and you even get smile
Got your answering machine again
When I tried calling you...just saying
And the same thing happened the day before
But I’m here now, and all that don’t really matter
Left you a message; was only a joke please ignore;
HELP I`M TRAPPED IN MY COMPUTER
That beep comes way too fast for me Stacey
Heard you’ve been in your house and won’t open the door
I miss you so much I can’t even lie- my friend
If I lived on your street I could drop by more often
Like on a made up situation comedy on T.V
I could tell you a joke or say something funny
Sure would be nice to hear you laugh for me
Or just give me that look; like I’m high or crazy;
When you want to- you can reach me Stacey
I’m a good listener, if you ever need to talk to somebody