I called you.
That one time.
Poured my heart out…
such despair.
I called you.
You weren’t there.
Left a message –
garbled words
rushed to beat
inevitable beep.
Regret immediate
then panic
ineradicable
the outpouring
of a lonely heart
fantasizing.
I called you.
You didn’t answer.
You never called back.
Thank you for that.
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This week, I challenged us to think about phone calls that changed the course of our lives (fictional or non). Such good responses. Please have a read if you haven’t already:
Back in the Day, Sgeoil
I’ll Connect You, Our Eyes Open
Existing, paeansunpluggedblog
The Write Fighter: Part 21, MMA Storytime
The Phone Call, EASTELMHURST.A.GO.GO
A mandatory survey, An Aki
Her Phone Call, parallax
Finally…, Shilpa Nairy
And the beat goes on, Eugi’s Causerie I
It was the phone call, Delight In Your Garden
Confession, Reena Saxena
Dreaded Call, purpleinportland
Your Days, I Write Her
Even without the details or specifics, this phone call reveals so much! Wonderfully penned, V.J.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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Thanks for sharing!
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My pleasure!
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i love this………i could feel the words and the emotions. very well done VJ
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Thank you Wendi!
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absolutely my pleasure!
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This a perfect evocation of one of “those” phone calls. Even though we don’t know the specifics, the entire relationship is right there in the poem.
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Lol. Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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