STOP (Poem)

Texts do not get answered.

Phone calls go to voicemail.

Or else I interrupt a task.

Email disappears into the void.

So this is life now. I get it.

If I need a specific thing done,

Then that will get an an answer.

And you, being the kind friends

That you one and all are,

Will more than likely do that thing.

But quit this wanting to TALK.

It’s intrusive, time-consuming,

Exhausting, and frankly

NO-ONE WANTS TO HEAR IT.

People are busy.

It’s not that they don’t care.

But just stop, k?

That’s why you have a dog.

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