That one particularly frosty winter night,
While she was sitting in the cold, phone pressed to her ear,
The words that came over the other line,
Were supremely bitter, even for her.
Sure. She had heard literally worse before.
But nothing like this.
Only because she chose to speak her mind.
Only because she didn’t want to be away any longer.
Biting her tongue, and swallowing hard,
She kept quite, not wanting to sound hurt.
It’s a different thing, entirely.
You don’t expect to feel this way, you know?
Makes your insides churn- the hurt.
The psychological wounds morph into physical.
They hurt her heart. Her mind, more so.
In under sixty seconds, the distance, only geographical before,
Progressed to an emotional one.
What was only a matter of time,
Became a question mark for the future.