Emily Poem by James McLain

Did they do it right away, then Emily?
No..I know..it is sad..crescendo now.
I tried that..sigh..
They want it all now,
no Tommie..no conversation..No Emily..
You think it funny..well..how was it then
when you last spoke like her, to the you
when you last felt that way in life..Emily?
We speak different now..Emily..hello
Emily is it still blushed for me with such
words I see on your face? ..Yes..well..ok..
Emily for you then here,
with my finger then I give, to brush your smile.