Retrograde

No one’s picking up the phone.

It just keeps ringing and ringing,

Throwing me further into despair.

It flips to voicemail,

But I’m not ready to talk.

So I dial again,

And again,

And again.

Just to hear your voice.

I guess I need to save myself this time.


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