Redial

Tue, 11/07/2017 - 12:31 -- L.Rod94

The first day we met I asked for your number.

You gave it hesitantly, and our fate was decided.

From texts to dates to family vacations,

you became part of my everyday.

After a while you began to create distance,

I allowed it to happen because it was what you needed.

Now I regret not trying harder.

You refuse to answer my call,

but I will always redial.

This poem is about: 
Me

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