I’m standing here...At a payphone.
Outdated, outclassed, Just like the promises you made.
My hand’s on the receiver, But I know you’re not picking up.
Still, I speak into the silence, Because heartbreak always listens.
I used to believe in happy endings.
In “us.”
In late-night laughs and forever plans.
You; You believed in escape routes.
We had fairytales, Now I have flashbacks.
I remember your smile in every love song
Until the chorus turns bitter...Then it’s all static.
You walked, I stayed.
You healed, I played old voicemails like they were hymns.
They say move on; I say move where?
Every street sign points back to you.
I’m not calling for a second chance.
I’m calling to let the dial tone know
I still care enough to try.
But this is the last call; The last poem.
The last tear I let fall; For someone who let go
First.
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Author:
Job Welime (
Online)
- Published: July 7th, 2025 08:04
- Category: Love
- Views: 1
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