Marlon’s World

I woke up this morning,

thinking that I should give you a call

and planning all the right words to say:

how I terribly miss talking to you

………………………….without sounding too helpless

how insanely cold the weather could be

………………………….without sounding too obvious

how nice it is to have known you

………………………….without sounding too regretful.

But they don’t sell phone cards early in the morning

and no one is awake to give a damn.

I slept again with the promises of calling

only to wake up again and find out

that it’s all too late. ###