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Unanswered Calls

Lost writings from 2014

Tears running fast,

nowhere to go but down.

I knew this was going to happen,

my heart was fooled again.

The phone rang, it was you.

I laughed not becuase you called.

The voice mail you left was enduring.

I hope you call back.

I wish you would have listened,

But my words were dismissed.

You disregarded them as nothing.

Run fast,

I told you I would.

Yet, I still get nervous when you call.

Words jumbled,

Thoughts mumbled.

As I write, I cry.

I miss you.

You don’t even know,

It’s killing me inside.

Without thought, I’m dead.