Dandelions

You called from a place of solidarity,
smug in your comfort.

How easy was it to assume,
I'd answer your beckoning?

Your love held together,
with debit cards and bank accounts.

Quick to forget who was around,
when the money wasn't.

 Your friends disperse,
like blown dandelions.

None there to answer,
no savior to call.

How unfair the fight,
Yet I still made you leave a message.

Author's Note

For all those that know how to call but not how to answer.

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

How often this happens, don't answer that phone. Well penned!

[Ed Hart]

keep the bow strung and shield ready

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

The best truth I have heard in awhile. Soli I love this statement more then you will ever know. xoxo Great Piece...