I live for the sound of the cell phone.
Those five little notes that tell me he is thinking of me,
Missing me, like I miss him.
But the sound does not come.
And with each new hour of silence my heartache grows.
Alone and wanting, I wait.
Do I still cross his mind during his busy day?
Or do business and busyness fill his thoughts completely?
I wonder, and wait.
Does he long for my touch, the sound of my laugh?
He did once, before we became so good at hurting each other.
Can he remember and want me again?
The silence is a weight I can feel.
His absence from my day steals my breath and crushes hope.
Five notes, I live for the sound.
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