Pick Up the Phone, Put Down the Devil

Those familiar thoughts linger.

They sit up camp in the forefront of your mind.

Cold as the trigger.

Just as dark too.

Now, would be the time.

Pick up the phone.

Put down the devil.

The telephone works two ways.

Meant to send and receive.

A battle unrecognized.

Apologies from me will never be enough.

I’ll never get another chance.

Pick up the phone.

Put down the devil.

Love is slow; forgiveness too.

A bigger man is capable of both.

Defining brotherhood with actions.

We could have done better.

And now we rest on this thought.

Pick up the phone.

Put down the devil.

Be good to each other,

-Nathan