Look me up at 2: 00AM <br />When the last lonely bar has closed <br />And you’re drunk with sadness <br />And not with booze; <br />Look me up with your running panty hose <br />And your smoky dress; <br />Look me up with your tearful eyes <br />And your weary voice; <br />Look me up with your abandoned children <br />Dangling from your heart <br />Like a nearly broken necklace; <br />Look me up like a lost sinner <br />With unutterable crimes to confess <br />To her fallible priest and fragile God; <br />Look me up, dear angel, <br />Before you’re gone forever, <br />A fading memory beneath forgetful sod.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fading-memory-beneath-forgetful-sod/
