AFTERTHOUGHT.
I keep waiting for your call.
I was hoping you wouldn’t forget me today.
Why is it that you make me feel so loved, and so alone, all at once?
But now it’s nearing midnight… have you forgotten me? I wonder when you’ll remember me. Even as an afterthought.
That would be enough.
But perhaps it is simply me, who is not enough.
Netley SA 5037, Australia
