When last I spoke to Carol I said:

"I can't pretend it gets easier."

she said:

"I've hung on, I have edged around this narrow ledge since the day I was born in 1975."

When last I spoke to Carol I said:

"I can't pretend I feel love for you."

she said:

"I've hammered a smile across this pasty face of mine since the day I was born in 1975."

When I said goodbye to Carol

black earth upon the casket fell

she had faded to

something I always knew

to the rescue

nobody ever comes.