"Note"

I leave this note
At your ear
For when you wake
Pick up the phone
Dial the number
Take the time
To let me know
You will
Be with me
When I am free
Many days are gone
Since we last spoke
Words lost in a choke
Forgive me
I left you
breathless
Still,
All alone
Pick up the note
I left at your ear
For you when
You wake
Take the phone
Dial the number
Let me confess
And share
My feelings,
Explain why
I went away
Disappeared
That faithless day
There was no time
To let you know
Led away
Shackled
Handcuffed
Made a mockery
And a show
They
Spit in my face
When it was done
There was left,
No trace
My ego bereft
I leave this
At your ear
For when you wake
Read it
Pick up the phone
Dial the number
Let me know
That you care
I pray,Reality
You will see,
Believe me
When I say
I wait today
In this lonely cell
My intent
To attest
To confess
It was false arrest
I am innocent!


Note: Workshop poem written from one line of a WS Graham poem.