The Phone Call Poem by C.A. Morrow

How I wanted her to miss me
when I picked up the phone
Would she be there? Would she still care?
Was she still longing? Was she alone?
The voice I still wanted came on the line
Once again my heart shuddered in pain
How memory seizes the throat of time
Those opening phrases; hoping love to regain
But she said that she was now content
and so glad that we had moved on
Everything was fine, and so it went
as I listened to a love long gone
She asked how I was and what I was doing
My answers blurted in a frenzied haze
What was this chase I was pursuing
from long lost nights to bitter days?
Oh, why had I picked up that phone?
To wallow in the self-pity of loss?
To allow a scream or utter a moan?
Or to watch spilt oil turn to gloss?
When a love finally dies
it is buried in a shallow grave
The mind twists it into romantic lies
But the heart is always its slave
'Well...I've got to go now'
was the game's last play
And as she took her final bow,
I could no longer stay
'Sure' was my distant reply
as the mind could only race
And the eyes would surely cry
what the lonely heart can't erase