Broken

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U.S. Virgin Islands

I called Him yesterday;
But everything felt so different-
The connection we had has somehow become...broken.
Maybe it was a bad connection on my part-
I should get someone to fix that.
Or maybe it was His doing;
I doubt that.
I just found myself talking to No one,nothing.
I left a message that on His voice mail,
Begging Him to listen as my mind, body, soul cries out.

It's been awhile and He has not returned my calls.
I call back and the connection still seems to be broken.
They said that He would never leave me, they said He loves me!
And I believed them. I still believe them.
It must be me, then.
I'm the broken one.

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