No Answer

I called you,
you did not answer.
I texted shortly after,
you did not reply.
I tried again every 30 minutes
or so,
texted again in between.
Your phone is always on,
never leaves your side,
you usually pick up,
or call right back,
you usually reply
before I text twice.
But you didn’t,
answer, call back, or reply.
I kept calling,
kept waiting,
kept hoping.
I called every thirty minutes,
texting in between,
until somebody else answered.

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One response to “No Answer

  1. I heard a reporter telling of officers investigating inside Pulse, methodically, as they should, with the sound of cell phones constantly going off in the pockets throughout the room.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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