Well I'm sitting here thinking <br />on a friday night <br />the television's rubbish <br />and I'm feeling uptight <br />I've tried to send you txts <br />but you turned off your phone <br />and I know like me your sitting <br />in the house all alone <br /> <br />We both got pretty crazy <br />down the pub last weekend <br />you said that I was flirting <br />you were eyeing up men <br />I still want to talk <br />that's why I'm writing these lines <br />I must have said I'm sorry <br />oer a thousand times <br /> <br />The letters I write just fill the basket <br />you know we were quite fantastic <br />the past is past but the future's here <br />don't drown our hopes with floods of tears, <br />blow a kiss and I will catch it <br />why can't we bury the hatchet <br />you're stretching my nerves like elastic <br />another letter to fill the basket <br /> <br />How come you're so quiet <br />you haven't said a word to me <br />for over a week and two hours <br />since I left you at the taxi rank <br />with your friend Jill <br />your flatmate says you're never home <br />when I call round, but I saw your <br />shoes on the stairs <br />so I knew that you were there <br /> <br />I've still got the scarf <br />you left at my house <br />and it smells of you <br />I wish that you would call me <br />and say that you're all right <br />it's getting late, I'm going to bed <br />I've written all I wished I said <br />the dreams are melting just like plastic <br />another letter to fill the basket.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-letter-to-fill-the-basket/
