It should be me/Oh it should be me
She mentioned your name
You arrive via telephone
Every Sunday 6 am
Much to her pleasure
She hangs on like I did
To every word
And bend and breath
I entered with a glass of water, shaking
Deliver, breathe, smile, breathe, walk, breathe
Saying she forgets your wife even exists
I sigh
I am also like a ghost
We two strangers
Lost women
Now three of us
Connected by life colored thread
I leave the room remembering
The picture you loved the best
Me on the floor
I loved you too
Laying happily
Talking to you on the phone
Now I stand straight
Looking out the window
At nothing