The message

The message

He picked up his phone and looked at the keys

And he called up the message she sent

She has sung him a song maybe five seconds long

And he knew now what every word meant

“I’ve something to tell you please wait there for me”

Was the only part that he could hear

He had waited alone until later that day

When the songs and the message came clear

Now he sat there for minutes reflecting their fate

Was it really a year since she’d gone

Perhaps it was better that she went away

Perhaps now she could finish that song

He picked up the phone and looked at the keys

He had cherished that message to long

So he pushed the key that was written “Delete”

Thinking now it was time to move on

by Don McBeth