phone call(s)

A wintry morning, oh how
It’s snowy outside, here I am
Making coffee for myself
While I keep on yawning as
I know I am up much earlier
Than usual, and I hastily
Glance at the wall clock
The one my parents gifted
The one you never liked
And the one I dearly kept
And I see that it’s almost
Passed four in the morning
And there it goes again
My phone rings again,
For the hundredth time
Within a span of four years

Or so I think it has been,

And I start to wonder why

This cursed phone still rings

At such odd and early hours

Since I plainly remember

The last time we spoke

I cried and we cried

And I yelled at you and

I told you loud and clear

We are through forever

That I’ve rightly moved on

There was no me and you

Not now and not ever and

I told you to hang up as

There wasn’t anything left

More to say now, and nothing

To add to our final words

Nothing to share any longer

Nothing I don’t already know

Because although I figured

You haven’t been around

It is clear to me that you

Are up to the same old

Shenanigans and I am gone

Now, out of your life and

Almost out of your mind, so

I know this is you calling me

To ask me how I have been
To even check if I will be okay
But for the umpteenth time
And for the last time I’ll say
“I’m okay, and I’ll be okay,
It’s time for you to hang up.”