A phonecall moment

The phone rang.
I glanced at the number.
My heart rose and then fell.
Almost at once.
I had almost hit the green button.
I sighed.
I was so used to being elated seeing that number.
It meant hope.
It meant dreams.
It meant that my heart was close.
It meant that I was whole.
It meant life had meaning.
Direction.
Value.
My heart froze as I remembered our fight.
No the fight.
Not our anymore.
We did not exist.
The words said and unsaid.
The bitterness.
The accusations.
The fatal blow to a dying relation.
The phone blared on.
Louder, boring a yet another hole in my wounded heart.
No it mustn’t be.
No it couldn’t be.
How could he.
Why must he.
Did he still?
What if he still?
No! no! no!
Not anymore.
My heart screeched louder than the phone.
I stared.
One more ring and it would go to voicemail.
I snatched it roughly.
Then kissed it gently.
And pressed the red button.

A phonecall moment

beckyjosie

Joined January 2008

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A few moments between the ringing of a phone and answering it.

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