Cold dark night

The daytime faded into another lonesome night.

There was no channels which interested me.

No book could hold my attention.

They all felt like the night air- cold.

I searched on line for something to do,

something to learn, to feel, to know.

But nothing  could hold my attention.

I walked outside beside the lake

and tried to think,

but the cold wind 

chased me back in-

back inside to pace.

I knew I could drink but I didn’t want to.

Even that had no luster this night.

When out of the blue

She calls me on the phone

I was glad that she would be able to hear

for herself that my speech wasn’t slurred.

She said she just called

to see if I would answer.

I have no idea what that meant.

She said she had to run,

but she was going to call me right back.

She ask me if I would answer again.

I told her of course I would.

I hung up the phone.

It never rang again.

The cold went to my bone

and stayed there.

kent