Waiting for the phone call that I know is bound to come,
Waiting for the day it will have all been said and done,
Waiting for that moment of relief filled with regret,
Waiting for for that phone call every day it's not come yet.
Waiting for the phone call that I know is on it's way,
Waiting for the sadness of a burden gone away,
Waiting for the moment that is but a matter of time,
Waiting for the guilt that I know's not rightly mine.
Waiting for the phone call that I know I cannot stop,
Waiting for the sombre voice of a doctor or a cop,
Waiting for the moment I will not know what to say,
To my two most precious reasons to be strong upon that day.
(And I Feel Fine)
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I wrote what follows just under a year ago, at the start of the pandemic,
and never finished it. When I revisited the draft today, for the first time
since...
3 years ago