I have a feeling that it is over
I am being let down gently
Isn’t that what they say
I had intended to write all day
Then my son rang
To say he might have diabetes
And the postman knocks at my door
To deliver my mind journal
A little extravagance, or maybe not
I did think to ask you
If I had said anything wrong
Or done something I shouldn’t have
Also, in the greater scheme of things
Perhaps I should try
To keep the conversation going
