Another Letter To Fill The Basket Poem by Charles M Moore

Well I'm sitting here thinking
on a friday night
the television's rubbish
and I'm feeling uptight
I've tried to send you txts
but you turned off your phone
and I know like me your sitting
in the house all alone

We both got pretty crazy
down the pub last weekend
you said that I was flirting
you were eyeing up men
I still want to talk
that's why I'm writing these lines
I must have said I'm sorry
oer a thousand times

The letters I write just fill the basket
you know we were quite fantastic
the past is past but the future's here
don't drown our hopes with floods of tears,
blow a kiss and I will catch it
why can't we bury the hatchet
you're stretching my nerves like elastic
another letter to fill the basket

How come you're so quiet
you haven't said a word to me
for over a week and two hours
since I left you at the taxi rank
with your friend Jill
your flatmate says you're never home
when I call round, but I saw your
shoes on the stairs
so I knew that you were there

I've still got the scarf
you left at my house
and it smells of you
I wish that you would call me
and say that you're all right
it's getting late, I'm going to bed
I've written all I wished I said
the dreams are melting just like plastic
another letter to fill the basket.