Ghosted.
Messages don't go through
to the lands ahead.
Left unread.
Disconnected phone lines
never get answered.
Calls unconnected,
words unsaid.
Clinging on to hope,
gripping
my phone so tight,
knuckles blare white.
Do I have to face this night?
Questions.
Too many
but the phone never clicks
No-one
answers.
I feel sick.
Cancelled plans,
A statue of cold grey slate.
stood up, stand tall.
Can I do this alone?
Too late. Don't fall.
Ghosted
by fate.
I sit and wait.
Empty bars,
no signal.
Nursing a pint,
no calls.
Empty cars
shuffle me home.
Into bed I sprawl,
into sleep I crawl.
Those empty stars
no longer glow,
messages never ping,
phone doesn't ring.
Alone in this far away galaxy
Text lines, signed with an x.
Underlined in red, I barely exist.
I sent flowers and hearts.
The circle remained unticked.
Fate had fled,
flags raised in my head.
Too late, I thought,
the words unsaid.
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