It’s been so many days
since we last spoke on the telephone
but it’s just now that I write these words down:
I wish that things were different,
I miss the way it was before
but maybe it could never be
like it was before again.
I don’t blame you for being who you are,
I only wish you the best,
and as I end this
I want you to know
how much you mean to me
all of those times we’d be on the telephone.
It meant more to me
to hear you talk about your day
because I’m here alone
so often and you were
a voice in the silence
of my life.
We have parted ways,
we’ve done this before,
but now I’m afraid
that this must be
a permanent end
to our conversations.
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