Caller ID

So many times I'd wonder where you'd be.
Whether you were home alone,
Sitting by the phone like me?
I wanted to call you...
Now that I'm available and free.
But I remember how we parted...
And you have 'Caller ID'.

I use to cry when we broke up.
Feeling physically and mentally drained.
And nothing could satisfy what I felt!
Feeling betrayed and blamed!

And I still have your number,
Engraved in my heart!
With a wedding band returned and refused!
I'd like to think there are memories to rekindle.
But I know you have better things to do!
'I have better things now..' You last said to me!
And I hung up feeling deeply bruised!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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