Greeting

I suppose sometimes

My greetings fall flat

I say I love you

And just like that

No response

To the cricket's chorus

My resolve is slowly becoming porous

Silence reins clear on the other end

The way this goes I often fend

For the survival of my heart

I used to have you to fill that part

But, once again the company I keep

Is the creak...creak...creak of the cricket's beat