Writing by Billy Chapman. Illustration from Unsplash.
Phone book i’m
Frustrated
with these names
We do not speak
All forgotten to
the times we lost
or dealers
in the street
Once or twice
I used you
At a push
Your weed was cheap
Now i get your
offers
every day
Or every week
“Fire haze” you
shout me
And i always hear
Even tho u
shot in Birmingham
And i’m up here
Most the year
still
theres something sweet
About it
A little sense of home
To feel that someone thinks of me
Each time
i check
My phone