Long Gone

He calls and mumbles something about me having called him, but the truth is I never. Em memories remain memories and nothing beyond it. He mumbles something about leaving the station and leaving the country for good. It doesn’t affect me anymore and I hardly listen to him. Knowing his inside, his voice annoys me, it really does, and the sweet ring I thought it had has disappeared. The truth is that I don’t care anymore (even though I wish I did). A disease cannot inflict one too many times, now can it, it’s only a matter of time before he/she gets immune to it. I harbour no hatred, but I leave no room for plagues to grab my tail let alone walk past it.