Every time I call, you say the same thing. You say that we are done. I need to stop call, you plead. But how can I when all I can think of is you. It is the first thought I have in the morning when I wake. When I open my eyes, for just a second, I imagine you are still next to me. Then I blink, and you are gone.
After I take my shower, I think I smell your perfume in the bathroom. In the steam, I can see your outline floating, wavering.
The phone rings and I fool myself into thinking that it might be you and I am disappointed when it is not. So I call you back and your voice is an oasis to the desert of my existence. Just you saying hello is worth it. But you tell my not to call again, and I will try to honor your request, until the next time I can't bear it anymore.
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