Because sometimes with more time things become less..even hope

That October morning
With the clouds greyer than it already was
The sky dull and leafless bare trees
I hoped with all the hope in my heart
That I missed your call
I clutched my phone so tight
As if it needed to suffocate
Just like me
So that it would not feel dead
So that it would not feel alone..
But my phone was always with me
And with each passing minute
My hope was less

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