I called you yesterday.
Silly me.
I forgot you had my number blocked.
It's been how many years ?
4, but who's counting.
I thought for a tiny mili second you would answer.
Right before I heard your pre recorded voice mail I thought you were.
I thought about how I would start the conversation.
How you probably would be confused on why I was calling at such late of an hour.
I thought that maybe you would be surprised , but in a good way when you figured out it was me.
Sadly those thoughts simply left the way they came.
It was your voicemail.
Simple and straight to the point.
"Hi , sorry I can't come to the phone right now , I'll try and get back to you."
Beep.
I didn't leave you a voicemail.
After I heard your voice for the first time in years my heart started racing.
Your voice has changed.
It was softer years ago.
It's deeper now.
Makes since , four years does that to people.
I wanted to leave you a voicemail of everything I've been meaning to tell you but then I remembered
You blocked me.
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PoesíaI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
