I was not expecting that.
You called on me and
I remembered long past days
of beauty.
Heavenly thoughts of faraway stars
and hard, black asphalt
frozen in the December night.
You spoke to me and I cried
as I told you how it was at home,
with her and all she went through.
I could see you cared for her
and you never even met,
but it was kind and made me smile.
I was nervous, too,
because I loved you so much
and I knew you would walk away
again, and again
leave me alone for awhile.
It was hell, waiting for
your voice.
Tragic like the
tears wasted
on missing
you.
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