Missed CallsA Poem by Val W. CaineFor all those people who have the ring of the other end of the line memorized.A sense of fear or is it-- A sense of loss that takes me-- I needed to hear your promise. (You've reached the inbox of..) Fingers will dial once more-- A familiar number-- In the hopes that you'll answer me. (You've reached the inbox of..) But you don't pick up the line-- Which only cranks more on the-- Growing tightness inside my chest. (You've reached the inbox of..) The pain I feel is my fault-- I knew all that before now-- But I still can't understand why. (You've reached the inbox of..) Why I can't shake them from me-- These feelings I have inside-- Or why you won't answer my calls. (You've reached the inbox of..) And soon, I will start to see-- That you won't pick up your cell-- A truth that finally strikes home. (You've reached the inbox of..) So gradually my calls-- Start to stagger, fall like the-- Fading beat of an EKG. (You've reached the inbox of..) Cold, I listen to one more-- Rhythmic, lost pulse of the line-- And I know it's time to hang up. (You've reached-----) © 2010 Val W. CaineAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorVal W. CaineAboutI'm an aspiring film writer, though for now film projects are a work in progress. I've written film shorts, and stages plays, but when I feel like relaxing I settle back and write poems. I'm majoring .. more..Writing
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