To Be Continued . . .

Didn’t know I was talking to suicide,

goodbye was not on my lips.

“See you this afternoon”

promised more time.

Silence

breathed on the line between us

Like a to-be-continued story

never completed . . .

You hung

up while I still wait for

the afternoon to come.

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