closure.

I called you.
a last resort to truly move on
thinking if I could just know you were well
then perhaps one day…
I could be too.

ring after ring after ring
knowing I should stop but it’s too late.
The call connects but no sound comes
then drops as I lose connection.
committed now I try again

it rings and rings and rings then nothing.
third try is voicemail.
I wish I could say I felt nothing when I heard your voice
That it didn’t evoke the old familiar feelings in me
but it did and I allowed myself to feel.

only for a moment.
Before it hits me.
you realised it was me and blocked my new number
I don’t blame you and a part of me is glad.
But I have to tell you what I intended to.

I call the next day.
and a profound realisation comes.
your voice isn’t the same.
YOU aren’t the same
because you’re no longer mine.