Sitting in a circle,
With their wooves wagging,
While sipping hatred.

Fast backwards…
After calls!
Miss you and you is like,
‘what did you wanna say?’
Heart sinks three feet low,
How have you been?
‘unwell, just sick, you can’t know more…’
Locked out! Out.
Cant help ‘oh!’ moments… Then in fantasy,
Best friend…!
Hurls luck!
Points towards common sense,
Censured it and leaves…
Then hope.

Ah, now those limits shaken off the mist,
They were there anyway… Sunctioned!