Calls Ended

Last night I came home
From a long month without you.
I called,
But you had other things to do.

My heart raced at every ring,
The phone held nervously in my hand.
I listened as the answering machine echoed,
And I couldn’t understand.

The times you did pick up,
Did you even care?
“I have to go,” you said,
So unaware.

When we used to write,
You were able to express.
You always made it so clear
I was the one you love best.

But now when I hear you,
You force yourself to speak.
I continuously say, “I love you,”
While you take time to say you love me.

The words you say
Come in very few.
I wonder if you truly love me,
‘Cause you know I do.

We were banned from writing,
Because it exposed.
But ever since our pencils and papers were taken,
Your door closed.

I sit alone in the dark of night,
Asking myself why.
The mist you bring with confusion
Only makes me cry.

My phone rings endlessly,
But they are from my friends.
Your sweet, gentle voice is lost to me,
And so our love has come to end.