Don't worry, just call Mike - Poetry - Jenn Lundell

My Rainbow Eyes - Poetry by Jenn Lundell

Don’t worry, just call Mike

It seemed for a while that I had something. I had someone to look out for
me, making sure I was okay every minute. If I was afraid, don’t worry, just
call Mike. If I was sad, don’t worry, just call Mike. If I was confused,
don’t worry just call Mike. I always felt that no matter how alone I felt,
he’d let me talk to him about it. I could tell him things I felt others
would pass. I listened to his voice and I could feel the tension seep out of
me. We’d talk for over 2 hours. At first it’d be about something that was
bothering me, then, sometimes slowly and others quickly, we’d change the
topic to something of similar interests. It never really mattered what we
talked about, it usually wasn’t the content of conversation that made me
happy, light hearted and care free it was his voice. It was so soft, yet
distinct, He made me feel special. The whole time I knew it wasn’t going to
last, nothing like this ever does. We weren’t going to have daily two-hour
conversations forever. Well, one day they stopped, but it was okay. I just
remembered I called because he cared, maybe just for that short time, but
maybe that’s what I needed. I was scared, worried, confused, and I knew he’d
be there. And he was. The time is up, bit someday, maybe I won’t worry. I’ll
just call Mike!

Jenn Lundell 1-6-01