An Ode to Angelo: the landlord who never called back

In a world of lies and dangers
It can be hard to find a friend:
Con-men are out to scam you,
And your trust can not defend.
So there I was on Craigslist
Feeling lost and so confused
When I saw your lovely advert:
Flat for rent, great rate, unused.

Imagine my elation
When at first you sent reply
That I could stay for short-term
Without a price sky-high:
Six hundred euro total?
Central Athens? Lucky me!
It even has a washer,
Comfy beds, a bath, A/C!

Our days back then were shining
With possibilities;
He replied to every email
Fully, quickly, and with ease.
And as we grew together
It was easy to feel sure
That my dear Angelo would be
A landlord, yet so much more.
A man, a friend, a renter
Who pulls up when you feel down
And always replies quickly
To emails about the town.

‘Everything looks great,’ he said,
After weeks of connecting.
‘Just one call to finalize
And you’ll be a proud rentee.’
But, alas!, dear Angelo,
I fear twas not to be,
For though you promised you would call
No such call did I receive.

‘I do not understand!’ I cried
‘Perhaps he’s lost his phone?
Maybe he’s been ailed by fate
And left me here alone.
Angelo, sweet Angelo!
My tears for you fall free
For it is clear some awful wreck
Has taken you from me.’

‘I just have a meeting,’
Were the last words that he said,
But that meeting ended Monday
And now I fear that you dead.

Tis the only explanation
If one really thinks it through;
Angelo, I shudder
To think of what killed you.
I dare not to imagine
The horror of that scene:
As Angelo lies dying
From broken heart and ruptur’d spleen.
He reaches towards the doctor
And struggles to tell him that
He must survive this awful crash
So he can go call Katt.


Oh Angelo, why have you forsaken me??