Lonely. Sad. Sad. Lonely.

Phone in hand.

9 in the evening.

Dialing your number

Fingers clicking through

keys like reflexes.
One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

Yet another day

of discarded phone calls.
Yet another day

of hurt, guilt, and pain.
Tears stream down

Fingers become numb.

Pillows, hugged tightly.

I stare at the abyss.
I just want to sorry.

Please… Just… Please…

Pick up the phone.

I know I was stupid.

I know I am.

Just… Please…


I just want to tell you

I am sorry.

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