Dear, Poem by Phillip Erb

Hello Angel,

how are you today?
Sorry I didn't catch that,
You know my phone doesn't work well
At the house beneath the trees,
O no, O no you don't say, you won't
How about this weather we've seen?
Sure is getting cold, so cold,
I've known the cold quite well the whole of my life alone


I agreed to unload your hate and pay you back
For making a fool of myself at the store
And sorry still feels bad enough without the extra weight
The first day or two I thought you were only running behind
Days turned to weeks then grew to months
I watched the summer sun set, leaves turned and fell
Their skeleton arms wave at me as the rain turns snow
I guess you got lost or forgot
Even though I don't have anywhere to go
I sure as hell am not dying with my boots stuck in the river mud
So I'm leaving right after I finish here