Copyright © August 24, 2003 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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I called you from the darkness, but not with phone, as badly as I wanted to. I wanted to hear you say everything would be alright, but I knew what we had, had left. It walked out that door last night. I'm sure you didn't think I cared. Not that much and not enough or maybe not at all, though you couldn't be more wrong. You knew the one thing that would chase me away, and rubbed it in my face, so what was I to do. And I wonder why you felt this need to test me past my limit. And I wonder if you cared that much or if you even cared at all. I can not read your mind but only the actions that spoke so loud. So, you knew I would not call you and I knew you would not call me, so there was no call made. Foolish pride possessed by fools. Now I have empty heart, to match my pockets, because you were all that I had left.