Dial A Tone.

Job Welime

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Outdated, outclassed, Just like the promises you made.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

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  • Author: Job Welime (Online Online)
  • Published: July 7th, 2025 08:04
  • Category: Love
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