Poem: Missed Call

I never think about it until it happened one day.

It was always there, but it never came my way.

I used to call for it, but it seemed we always missed each other.

I wanted this to end and see what else could have been.

Then one day it answered someone else call.

The one that I love.

The one that held my hand.

The one that shed my tears.

The reply was slow.

When he arrived, they were both gone with a blink of an eye.

Death and I never were close.

Now he is my best friend.

One day I know we will meet again.