58 missed calls

I wasn't there when black crows took
June and made it a living nightmare fit
for Alice. 58 missed calls and one small
gut feeling made the agony worse- never
again will I feel this type of devastation.

This promise is all my battered heart has
left.
Drown me in velvet and wash my vision
away in your emerald eyes, but don't forget
when I cried in your shoulder that night, from
227 miles away, because 3 hours and 29 minutes
aren't enough for me to get over myself.

You listened like no other, and made me feel
one inkling of pride to be from Hominy, USA.