The Phone Call

The day you gave it away,
You called me, I don’t remember
the number, but It was you.

You said you needed help,
So away I went, to find a way to rescue you.

I missed you so much,
I was alone, and you were there.

You were having fun, hanging out,
Being who you always wanted to.
I had no need to worry, at least I thought.

Several hours later, you called me,
from the same number, it was so late.

You called but not to talk. There I was, alone in our bed,
Listening to you; listening to her.

What did I do?
I listend to someone else fuck you.

I have known now, for almost a year.
You still have not told to me.

Accusations you place on me,
Just let them be. It is you
with issues within yourself.

The Phone Call

Shasta Winterrose

Park City, United States

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