it was times like this
when she would ask herself
"what would he do?"
it was times like this
when she would call him
no matter where
no matter when
she would call him
it was times like this
that when she called
he answered
whether he was in the shower
or he was fast asleep
in the darkest hours of night
he answered
but now
here
she finds herself
longing to hear his voice
curled up in an uncomfortable waiting room chair
the hollow sound of a dial tone
reverberating against her ear
all she wanted
was to hear his voice
is he okay?
is he still here?
where is he?
where
is
he?
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Calamity
RomanceLike the birds and the leaves, he would be gone come winter. * * * * * * * * * Not everyone gets the happy ending they deserve.
