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Jayy

Just a call away 
They say
But until when
Something bad happens ?
Daily check ups ?
Bad things I’ll always get loved
Good things they ignore
I ask “who can I call ?”
When it’s time to vent, cry or talk 
Who can I call ?
Just to tell about my day
Everything that has happened
Good, bad and different
Just a call away 
They say
the saddest ever is 
Making that call but can’t
Because they’re not here
Realizing “a call away” 
Only left my heart with a hole 🕳 
Waiting for that call
But they’re just a call away 
Right ?

  • Author: Jay (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2021 12:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: There always that one person we have, we can always count on…Until we don’t anymore
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • ladybugz72

    I appreciate your ability to be transparent

  • L. B. Mek

    its crazy, how much our experience of life can differ
    for example, some people
    are overwhelmed by their relationships, and have so many connections and yet,
    like you write, have the luxury to question just how 'real' those connections are;
    and then, there are others in the world
    who 'learnt' early and brutally, that whoever may be passing through in their life's peripheral view
    there is nobody, they can Ever count on
    and so, even complaining or questioning isn't something that will occur to them,
    they simply accept, that plague of loneliness seeped deep into the marrow reality of their bones, as a universal truth to their existence..
    and even crazier, you both may be neighbours
    smiling your customary hello's, as you
    'sliding doors', pass
    that 'other' individual,
    who knows only their 'New Hampshire' blinkered view of the world,
    living with the utmost trust in everyone and anyone, naively counting
    on 'the goodness' of others to bail them out, time n again...
    (yeah, its a crazy world
    and that roll of dice, that determines your experience of life
    is skewed from the outset;
    still, all we can do is travers our path,
    as Best we can) lol
    please forgive my opinionated and unnecessarily lengthy reply, thank you for inspiring me and for sharing such a thought provoking write,

    • Jayy

      I love this comment💯 Thank you for this



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