I called you last night,
But the phone stayed quiet,
Not a single ring back,
Not a \u201csorry I missed your call.\u201d
I waited, hoping, staring,
Like maybe today, you\u2019d remember me again.
But you didn\u2019t.
You never do anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sent you a text this morning,
Just a simple \u201chow are you?\u201d
But your reply\u2026 it never came.
Maybe you\u2019re busy,
Maybe you\u2019re just tired,
But you used to text back with a smile,
Now there\u2019s only silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I asked you, once, if we were okay,
If maybe there was something
We needed to talk about.
You said no, there\u2019s nothing,
Like I was crazy for even asking.
So I apologized, again.
But somehow,
It didn\u2019t fix what was already broken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We don\u2019t meet up anymore.
You\u2019re always too busy,
Too caught up in the programs of your life.
But weren\u2019t we once part of the same storm?
Now it\u2019s like I\u2019m chasing after clouds,
And you\u2019ve moved on, somewhere I can\u2019t follow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I asked if this distance was on purpose,
If you were pulling away for a reason.
But all I got was your silence.
And it hurts.
God, it hurts more than I can say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Letting go feels like tearing a part of myself,
Piece by piece,
But I\u2019m still holding on to something
That doesn\u2019t want to hold me back.
And I don\u2019t know how to stop.
I don\u2019t know how to let you go.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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I sent you a text this morning,Just a simple \u201chow are you?\u201dBut your reply\u2026 it never came.Maybe you\u2019re busy,Maybe you\u2019re just tired,But […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2632,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[97,25,98],"tags":[35,49,34,67,50,55,53,22,48],"class_list":["post-2631","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","category-solitude","category-storytime","tag-poems","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenword","tag-stories","tag-story","tag-walkingshadowpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetrykenya"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/pexels-photo-3727149.jpeg?fit=1734%2C1300&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2635,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/too-busy-for-us-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":2631,"position":0},"title":"Too busy for us by walking shadow poetry","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"September 9, 2024","format":false,"excerpt":"I keep dialing your number,hoping this time you'll pick up.But it\u2019s the samethe silence,the missed call that stays missed,like I never tried. 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