There are days
I convince myself
I won’t wait anymore.
I won’t check my phone.
I won’t wonder
if you’ve finally called.
I won’t imagine
what I’d say
if your name suddenly appeared.
Then my phone lights up.
For a second,
my heart forgets
how disappointed it has become.
It isn’t you.
Again.
I wonder
if you know
how many conversations
I’ve had with you
inside my head.
How many times
I’ve heard your voice
in my memories
because reality
has gone quiet.
You once became
part of my routine.
Now your absence
is.
And somehow,
I’m still here,
waiting for a message
that may never come.