Voicemail | Teen Ink


December 9, 2012
By ciandra PLATINUM, Milpitas, California
ciandra PLATINUM, Milpitas, California
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Favorite Quote:
Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.

My fingers grip the round, black
phone as I unconsciously
dial a number I didn't know I remembered.
I don't know why I'm calling.
Maybe it's because
I knew you'd pick up.
But I feel like a fish
out of water if
I don't talk to you.
When I'm with you,
I can breathe underwater
and I can swim with ease.
Without your presence,
I lose my peace.
People call each other
for a reason, but me,
I have nothing to say.
With each ring, a tear
escapes from my eye and
slides down to my chin.
Several rings have gone by,
and my heart gradually loses hope.
I stay silent, listening
to the voicemail then
I end the call, I
couldn't bear leaving a message
that no one will ever hear.
I stare at the muted
phone until a tear
lands on the blackened
screen. My face crumples.
In between my hushed
sobs, I croak out:

I miss you.

Then I walk away,
wiping the cold
tears from my cheeks.

The author's comments:
Usually when I write my poems, it's rare that I ever experienced what I write about, but for this poem, I was actually calling my best friend at night. I was feeling quite empty and lonely; all I knew at the moment was that I missed her, even though I hung out at her house that morning. Anyways, I knew she would be sleeping, but she always picked up my calls. She didn't pick up this one, and it was a time when I needed her the most, for no reason. It shook me to my core that no one answered so I was quite compelled to write this poem.

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