june
hudson, ny
-
her
he wasn't even nice
which i'm sure i deserved
somehow.
i didn't know how but
i'm sure i did.
short over the phone
and disgruntled
at every single turn
no matter what time of
the evening.
i tried not to call,
usually.
but tonight the fire alarm
was going off again.
i sighed and picked up
the phone.
"hello?"
he asked.
even if he was rude
he had a
silky voice
like deep red velvet.
"it's the fire alarm, again,"
i sighed.
"seriously?"
he groaned.
"it's not my fault that-"
i began.
"sorry,"
he sighed,
"it's just been a long
night of shit happening."
i sighed,
"i'm sorry to even have
to call, it's just irritating
as hell."
he seemed to be softer
now because he said,
"i get it. is it over now?"
i stopped and listening
to the silence in the
building.
"mhm,"
i hummed.
"we'll deal with this
tomorrow morning,"
he stated.
i nodded,
"okay, goodnight."
i could sense a slight smile
as he said,
"goodnight."
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Short Storya short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
