In numbers I punched with
Certainty into the buttons of
The old house phone
I lost myself-
It is the witching hour
And the only light is
The glowing numbers on that
Dial-pad
But the machine picks up
And a ghost with your voice tells me
You probably don't want to talk-
How much it hurts to never say goodbye
But at least now I know you will always answer
Your calls
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
