I called you
that one time
poured my heart out
such despair
I called you.
You weren’t there.
Left a message –
garbled words
rushed to beat
inevitable beep.
Regret immediate
then panic
ineradicable
the outpouring
of a lonely heart
fantasizing.
I called you.
You didn’t answer.
You never called back.
Thank you for that.
(I found this poem on my other blog, and have given it a new title. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest 
love this VJ… relatable!
I called you.
You didn’t answer.
You never called back.
Thank you for that.🥰
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Thanks Cindy
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Yes some calls are meant to be missed!
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Indeed.
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Oh my, I think we’ve all experienced something like this during our lifetime.
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I think so too. Thanks Roberta
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This is a delightful one VJ. I love the final line. Been there and felt just like that!
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Thanks Anne. I think we all have
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Something about closed doors and then — open windows. Lovely poemVJ. Well done. It hit home with me on several levels!
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Thanks Julie.
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That was my immediate reaction as well, Julie.
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I loved the twist, ‘thank you for that’. I went from anguish to a smile.
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😊 Thanks
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You’ve nailed it!
I thought you might dig this:
https://eggsovertokyo.blogspot.com/2020/03/last-call.html
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Ron, that poem — whoa!
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Lol. I knew we’d all been there. Thanks.
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The perfect last line – saved from ourselves.
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Lol. Exactly. Thanks
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You’re welcome.
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I can imagine the anguish of that call and situation
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I’m sure we’ve all felt it, even if we didn’t make such a call. Thanks Sadje.
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Yes, very true. You’ve written it so evocatively
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