When Last I Spoke to Carol

When last I spoke to Carol I said：

'I can't pretend it gets easier.'

She said：

'I've hung on, I have edged around this narrow

ledge since the day I was born in 1975.'

When last I spoke to Carol I said:

'I can't pretend I feel love for you.'

She said:

'I've hammered a smile across this pasty face

of mine since the day I was born in 1975.'

When I said goodbye to Carol

Black earth upon the casket fell

She had faded to

something I always knew

To the rescue

nobody ever comes.