This is the saddest moment
When you have nothing more to tell me,
and you say...\"I should go...\"
It is time
You have had enough of me.
The cord between us is frayed, then snapped
Of course, polite as i am, I agree:
\"Yes, you have to go\".
It is a curse to be polite
It stifles the shout \"Don\'t!\".
What can I do, but say good bye
With a small choked voice.
I hang up, and listen for a long time
Until your voice fades in my head
And i feel alone again.
Still, we talked.
I am so demanding
The child craves dessert
Not a diet.