there is no real me

The phone rings,

you pick it up and silence

fall to the floor and wonder why

the handset still in your hand

the tears start

a deep breath and an ache

Close your eyes

thoughts swirl around

trying to land

on hope

Instead you see the rope

so tempting

Swing from north, to

west and then south west,

return gently to north

twice would do it

maybe three as life left

and you felt no pain

the sobs start and the ache deepens

you curl up

bring up your knees

and hours later

you open your eyes

and the phone in your hand

still silent.

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Song by Introverts - There is no real me

“...but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.”