Ring Damn It

Ring damn it!!! - Dust collects on the closed slatted blinds as carpet stains scream each time I walk through leaving trails of bread crumbs and ashes, though without you I always find my way back to those corners in the dark where cobwebs celebrate solitude awaiting a face to capture and laughing as they surf the web A broken down couch of green fabric, worn and tattered from unending naps, groans of feet propped up on its arms (Blood flow to the brain…yeah whatever) Beer bottle rings create a drunken mosaic on a helpless coffee table between scattered junk mail, wayward Doritos and a cell phone with an almost dead battery The one I stare at, waiting for it to chime, beep, ding, play the Game of Thrones theme song, whatever the hell it is supposed to do when you call…when you call as I am reminded how much I hate commercials, all of these happy people running around driving new cars, going out to dinner, finding name brand shoes at discount prices Why can’t I forget, lose those memories File them away somewhere, like a drawer in the kitchen I never use, it’s no use, you are there, always on my mind That smile, those eyes, the times I felt truly loved and I still laugh…me, loved? Maybe that was the problem, maybe that was my problem, maybe I was the problem…ring damn it!!!!