Staring so very far away.nYou've not been yourself for days.nBury your head in your hands.nFinding you doing the best that you can,noffering that as consolation.nI called and reached your answering machine.nnYou're still floating through my mind,nlike a lullaby.nLeave your name and numbernthough I will never reply.nnBut you don't owe anyone anythingnout of generosity's sake.nWould you tell your mother and your father,nthey raised you like a rose from a field where nothing grows.