poetry writing challenge - day 23

write about a regret

giving up

the phone rang
and I stood in my lonely living room
righteous and unmoving.
I listened to her voice
as it sounded
when I could hear it

she was at the gas station
at the public phone
waiting for me to call

all afternoon for me
to call

waited there

waited for a sound I wouldn't give her

waited
for a voice - my voice
a friend - me
forgiveness - mine

I didn't call
because I was right.

Should I live a thousand lifetimes
- and still in the void
that is life without her -
I will never forgive myself.