The Day We Broke Up!

its 7.30
i was walking
hand on my phone
phone on my ears
i wonder why she hasnt answered any of my calls
38 on the dialled lists
8: 43 now on the clock,
A car passes over
she answers my call
but a male voice speaks

my world collapsed
reality hit my head

time for another walk
breathe in, breathe out,
process, analyze and think
temperance,
honesty,
integrity
justice
do these street signs reveal a message to me?

poem by Eugene LumanlanReport problemRelated quotes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Share
 
 
This text contains a mistake
This text is duplicate
The author of this text is another person
Another problem

More info, if necessary

Your name

Your e-mail