Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXCIII
Peace. Harmony, reconciliation, inner quiet. Something peaceful. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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)
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