Put in the number
But erase it again
Can't decide if I want to Call back
The last call
Before the phone dies
And I'll have to wait
For who knows how long
The number is memorized
But why is it hard to call him
My thoughts are rogue again
Tap on the table deciding
If this is a great choice
Will it make a difference
Then yesterday
Communication is both ways
Why won't he call my number
So many unsaid worlds
Who knows? When they will be said
Biting my lip drawing blood
The metallic taste
The number engraved in memory
The last call
What do I have to lose
Quickly dialing his number
Hearing the ringing
Hoping he will answer
The last call
YOU ARE READING
Words that speak from the heart
PoetryI have trouble speaking my emotions or talking to others so I write Poems and short stories from my heart
