Ghost

It’s another hard day in paradise.

Communication is so easy.

So why aren’t you?

I stopped by your place

On the way home the other night

Thinking you’d be on the couch

Nursing your cold; feeding your fever.

(Or do you starve a fever?)

Instead I found a dark house;

Your car in the drive,

No one home,

Not even the dog.

And today it’s the same song

As yesterday.

No texts,

And you won’t pick up your phone.

I slide around

From worry to anger to sadness

For I fear maybe,

As my friend Dicky said,

This thing has run it’s course,

And I just

Don’t know

Why.