Resolving the Unresolved

—phone rings—

my heart beats

f r a n t i c a l l y

—phone rings—

why does he decide to call now?

it’s been years

of voicemails

and

s i l e n c e

years of

l o n e l i n e s s

and

w o n d e r i n g

(wondering where i went wrong, or if he still cared)

—phone rings—

Y E A R S

doesn’t he realize how much that hurt me?

years

of

late night

whiskey tears

years

of

straining to read

glowing texts in the dark

attempting to find the answer

to all of my

b u r n i n g

questions

—phone rings—

no

he does not get to call me

after all of these years

of

e m p t i n e s s

(it isn’t fair)

—phone rings—

(i take one deep breath)

i will not stoop down to his level

“Hello”

(that one word was the start of a conversation but the end to years of suffering)