Time ticks by
I'm wondering why
You haven't called
Perhaps you got mauled
By fierce looking mice
Or eaten by lice
Aliens came down and too you to mars?
But even I know you really aren't that far
Maybe you made other plans
You were forced to make a hundred flans?
Perhaps a rabbit took your phone
Took your phone to his home
And now it's buried in the earth
And right this minute you're digging up turf
OK I give up, what's the deal?
I don't want my poem; I want what's real
This silence is sad; it's making me cry
Because I can't help wondering why.