Late-Night Talk Poem by Sara Magana

His name came up
On the caller ID
At exactly
Eleven forty-three.

I answered it
In my cheery fashion
For our late night talks
Were always my passion.

But his voice told me
That something was wrong
Like a horror movie's
Foreshadowing song.

As he took a deep breath
And told me the phrase
'We need to talk'
I was put in a daze.

'We have a connection
And get along so fine
There's nothing you have done
The problem is mine.

'You understand, don't you?
Are you still there? '
I tried to answer
As I felt my heart tear.

'We're going to stay friends,
We will talk everyday.
Sara, do you have
Anything to say? '

A thousand thoughts
Were ready to spill
But my mouth wouldn't talk
As my eyes begin to fill.

Thoughts raced through my mind
Old memories played
The thought of being alone
Made me so afraid.

'I'm not expecting you
to understand.
You are a freshman,
Life holds different demands.

'Still one day
When your life is SAT's
College applications
And activities,

'You will realize why
I made this choice.
Talk to me Sara,
Do you have a voice? '

I would if I hadn't
Hang up so quick
To comfort my self,
I was feeling quite sick.

So then this is it,
This is the end.
What more can I say then?
I'll miss you my friend.