Unwantedness

Unwantedness

You don’t call me anymore.
As I stare outside the icy door,

Clouds grace the cool clear skies.
Moonbeams slice the heart of night.

We abide in the shadows of the dark.
The ghost of our love appears then departs.

The silence of my phone beckons me
My unwantedness envelops my being.

Doves fly towards the morning sun.
Free to land, afraid of none.

Clearly now I see, though I am numb.
Why you don’t call me anymore.

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