Twenty one days have passed
since your last message of “Good Morning”.
I lie awake, staring at my phone,
though I keep the ringer on silence.
Don’t want to hear music play
as a text comes through, never you.
Our last conversation is locked, in my mind.
Putting my heart on the line, no response
is what I get from you, I’m in limbo.
Erased your last message, telling me
you loved her, had loved her so long.
Us talking isn’t a good idea, but
you’re sorry you led me on, you’re sorry
that you hurt me, being friends was too hard.
My reply was so simple, yet complicated.
@ donetta sifford 10-20-2013