Phonebooth

November 29, 2018
9:24AM

Title: Phonebooth

I pretend to forget,
The days of our youth,
When we talked 'til seven,
And slept by noon.

How each penny I had,
Now in a phone booth,
Each held my regret,
And the feelings I tried not to lose.

All because I can never,
Accept the truth.
Accept the thought,
Of losing you.

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