I remember the phone call....

by Marissa merrow   Oct 30, 2007


I remember the phone call.
By the sound of her voice I knew something was wrong.
As she told what had happened,
I felt like life flashed right before my eyes.
I sat up in shock.
Asking her if it was really true.
Hearing the sadness and fear in her voice.
I was speechless.
All I wanted to do was be with her.
That was the night,
When my best friends dad died.

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