DON’T CALL ME

Whatever you do ….. don’t call me
I’m trying to forget
Please  don’t try and text me
I’m not over you …. not yet.

Some  books, your shoes, some photographs
Reminders you’re not here
A few things you didn’t take with you
Because you didn’t care.

Lying here on the floor
Helpless ….. paralyzed
No answers to the questions
Still deciphering the lies.

Knowing she’s there with you
You in your t-shirt and ripped jeans
Nothing I said made a difference
You were so cruel …. so freaking mean.

Now that the dust has settled
Knowing how I truly feel
Should I even try to consider
What we once had …. as real?

The ceiling fan above my head
The cool tile against my face
Does it make sense to stay here now?
Should I look for a new place?

Friends? I don’t think so
Not now…. I’d say not ever
You missed the open window
The ties ….. completely severed.

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Photo by Google Images: pixabay.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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