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I hung up the phone slowly,

And sat down on the splintered wooden benches

Out by the weathered green statue,

Surrounded by flowers,

And under a cloudless May sky.

 

The phone clicked shut,

Creaking a little bit like it always did,

And I watched the ground to see

If I’d fallen apart just yet.

 

A whole eighteen months,

Full of late nights at the shore,

Sharing popcorn at the movies,

Family barbeques,

Walks all down the shoreline,

And all I get

Is a goddamn phone call

 

Saying she just can’t go on like this.

 

Reviews

[alesuriko]

Very nice. The imagery is rockin. You really got down to the minute detail of the phone creaking and the month it happened, even the splitters of the bench. Very well done. The third stanza didn't do as much for me, but it was honest and expressive. Also not so sold on making the last line its own stanza, but it's your artistic decision. Otherwise, very nice poem. I adored the detail. Well done.

[Daniel Gardner]

i like it keep up the good work.

[Dutch Jr.]

That's strange... I never got a read request for this one.... hmmmmm...lol.

This is another great piece of poetry, so full of emotion. Nice job.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Really good images i can see the bench and sky..hear the phone creak as it is shut.. and feel the pain of eighteen months of closeness being dismissed by one phone call.. very good .. makes the reader feel.

Chloe