Duty Calls

Not what you might think.

Don't call me out of duty.
My heart is not your burden.
Your sparse words, dropped upon
me like the last rotting apples,
falling on hardened winter
ground, can be of little comfort.
They merely prolong the slow,
agonizing death of what once
crackled between you and I.

Call me when you truly long to
talk, Perhaps I'll even answer.

Reviews

[slfisher89]

The hardened, worn tone of the speaker makes me picture a haggled, wounded soldier. As I read on; saw it dealt with a past relationship. However, the speaker's tone shows relationship was a trying battle.