Poetry

Gone 

I have a bad day  

I have amazing news 

I have a great day 

I have terrible news 

I want to tell you 

I want to call you 

I want to text you  

I want to meet up with you 

Then, I pause and remember you're no longer here 

I no longer get to hear  your voice  

I no longer get to hear your laughter  

I no longer get to read your words 

I no longer get to see you 

You... went away with the silence of a ring  

~Cyndle Rosado~