It was six in the morning, I fumbled
as I picked up the phone,
saw his name on the readout,
He never called me before.
Got the phone to my ear.
“Hello.”
“Jack, this is Lorenzo … ”
I heard all he was going to tell me in his voice
And it shocked me.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
It was six in the morning, I fumbled
as I picked up the phone,
saw his name on the readout,
He never called me before.
Got the phone to my ear.
“Hello.”
“Jack, this is Lorenzo … ”
I heard all he was going to tell me in his voice
And it shocked me.
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