Telephone.

I wait by the telephone each day.Hoping his choice will change.I don't get why he left me in the dark,Why he said all those nasty words.The words he said with a snark.

I wait by the telephone each day.Wondering if his choice will change.I remember when he would call to me,wishing I would call to him too.The feeling he felt was empty.

I wait by the telephone each day.Crying about his selfish decision to change.He could have warned me, I said.But it was already too late, I dread.

No more waiting by the telephone today.The crimson mark that slowly turned grey.Like everything I said meant nothing to him.Like we were just casual paintings on display.

Together but seperated by borders.