The Call That Never Came

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
the inevitable beep.

Regret immediate,
then panic –
ineradicable
this outpouring
of a lonely heart,
fantasizing.

I called you.
You didn’t answer.
You never called back.

Thank you for that.

(Poem first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II. Image my own)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

56 thoughts on “The Call That Never Came”

  11. Sometimes, we didn’t, get a chance to say goodbye to those whom we love dearly, and, we regret it, for the rest of our, lives, but, that would not be, how those we lost, want us, to, live in, their, absences…and yet, because, we didn’t get a chance, to tell those we love, how much we live them, that’s why, the, regrets, always, stay…

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