Just Needed To Hear The Answering Machine Poem by Richard Noggin

I called
To hear the voice that produces comfort
You where my angel
Able to lift my spirits up from the depth of despair
I know that I am not worthy
Of the love that you offer
Much like a poor man
Asking for a dime outside the liquor store
I am ashamed of my pain
I cry tears
But not of joy
I search for you
Knowing that I cannot find you
I live a lie
Thinking that someday you will return
But we both know the truth
I just don’t choose to believe it
You are my angel
And I love you