Silence

You would ring me
at odd times
day or night,
any day of the week.
At times
on consecutive days.
Occasionally as often
as three times
in one day.

As the years went by,
our conversations
were almost
always the same.
You saying you loved
and missed me
never changed.

So when
that expected
yet much-dreaded call
came three years ago,
my heart broke
into pieces.

Although it has
mended a bit,
it still aches
like it was
just yesterday.

My phone
hardly rings
these days,
and none
of the calls
will ever be
from you.

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