Hush Now, Child

I would like to forego all social conventions and tell you that I’m coming to see you.
Tell you that I’m in the car and on my way.

That the next time you answer a phone call from me I very well may be standing somewhere within 15 minutes of where you are standing, with a pack of cigarettes and a million different jokes and words and stories that I’ve been waiting to tell you.

But it’s a lie, a little bit.

And we both know it

a little bit.