Next Second, You Were Gone


I heard about an old broken phone box 
Where people would go to talk, to have imaginary conversations
At first, I found it foolish
And then I joined the queue. 
 
When my turn came, I dialled your old number
I knew this was no second chance, but I told you everything            
And I waited in silence
As if you might respond. 
 
I thought I heard you breathe.
I hung up when I remembered they told me my life should go on.
One second, you were here. 



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