Talk To Me

I just wanna talk to you
I know you hardly know me and this isn't something we often do
But really I just wanna talk to you
Just a call or a text or two
That'd be great like fine treasures
On an island with fine weather
But in my dreams comes the only pleasure
Because by design that reality I'll see never
And it's sad because all really I want to do is talk to you
But tomorrow you just might be finally free
And decide to talk back to me

This poem is about: 
My family
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