Monday, April 23, 2018

Napowrimo day 22: sound poem

Two nights ago I called you
On the phone you cried almost
Silent, hitching breaths over
The phone. After 13 months,
I can tell.

It plays like a record in
My head "you hurt her" over
And over again. You say you don't
Understand.  I don't know what's
Not to understand. I love
Her and you hurt her. I'm pissed.
And she's heartbroken and you're
Crying over the phone. So
Where does that leave us?

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