two weeks.
it has been two weeks since
i last heard from you;
crying at home
but with force
like a thousand quiet hurricanes unleashed.
i sit in my room
with the lights on even though
it's the afternoon
and i clutch my phone
in my hands
debating silently
whether or not
to call you.
how can i not?
the same reason why i haven't
these past two weeks.
YOU ARE READING
centuries
Poetry❝and yet i pretend not to know why your image is painted in my eyes.❞ poetry #216 [© afterwords 2015]
