Looking at my phone.
No missed call, No text message.
Does he really care?
Sitting on the porch.
Waiting for the one phone call.
Oh man, I miss her.
The feeling of hurt.
I wish it would just subside.
I’ll just take a walk.
I miss her pure voice.
She is a beautiful soul.
This fight needs to end.
I should watch netflix.
Am I weak if I give in?
His eyes, natural bliss.
Time to make the call.
Better late than never right?
Or maybe a text.
Sunset approaches.
The moon now shines with vigor.
More than I feel now.
Pride is something else.
It is infuriating.
Maybe she's not mad.
Anger is tiresome.
I feel like taking a nap.
Maybe one more look.
Tapping on the keys.
I miss you, is what I type.
Maybe she agrees.
Still no text message.
I guess I’ll just go to sleep.
Perhaps I ruined us.
Sitting and waiting.
A reply has yet to be.
Perhaps it’s over.
