With Sailor Jerry droughted at my feet, I dial zero
And ask for her home number
It's not the first time the operators hung up on me
I need to know I'm known, I should go out
I search for old photographs of you or us,
An attempt to trigger tears
Your presence is a present, even on paper
But my eyes stay dry & my blood runs numb
My mind says life is neverlasting nothingness
How do we know never or forever?
And nothing is something else, I'll say
I'm quick to forget my troubles & my sorrows
I like that, but people seem intent to remind
Dwell on a positive long enough and it will subtract
The 'M' can stand for magic, matrix, or mystery!
On that thought I'll her call back