We use to talk
about everything.
Now your calls
come in as a hit
over outfield,
late, and when you're
too tired to talk.
I get leftover time
and you.
If I call, a red bell goes off -
It's construed wrong.
So, I'm supposed to take my caring
up into the attic
and pack it away.
There's no room in your yard
or in your house
for me.
My assignment is to turn my heart around
and point it in another direction.
We were in harness
then you ran off.