Let Me Go

The phone kept ringing.
It screamed at me
begging for attention

but I wasn't going to pick up. I couldn't.
You were at the other end
wanting to talk.


I didn't want to talk.
You knew that yet
the phone kept ringing.

It was like a constant noise,
always ringing, and it wouldn't stop.
Why wouldn't you stop?

The end was near.
It had been heading towards us,
charging, for a long long while.

Suddenly the phone stopped.
You let the pain in my head ease
before it began all over again.

Taunting me. You were.
The end of the ringing 
was just an innocent dream. 

Let me go. Please.

The End

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