I know it wasn't yesterday that my phone stopped ringing, and its been weeks since the birds stopped singing.
You said you would come back when the time was right, but its been 4 months and three long nights.
Lately its just been me and the echoes of these walls talking.
I heard your voice in the kitchen, or maybe it was just the sink over filling.
I cant sleep, lost in my thoughts, we fought, so what!?
The pain of losing what we promised couldn't be lost.
I scream your name from behind closed doors, but you don't hear me no more, and these walls they don't talk to me no more.
You said you wouldn't go, but there you go.
Don't Go!
About the Creator
C_M_Estrada
Telling stories is my passion, and I'm dedicated to becoming a better writer. I welcome constructive criticism and feedback. Your support, whether through subscriptions or pledges, allows me to stay active on Vocal+.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from C_M_Estrada and writers in Poets and other communities.
The Spring
The sun was high when Lance pulled off the road and into the dusty lot of the service station. The sign back at the hairpin--the first sign in a long time--said they just rolled into Hatter’s Creek, Population 63. It was small enough it didn’t appear on the handmap in Shelby’s lap, yet here it stood, the first backwater township on the fringes of the National Park. The plan was to gas up, restock the snack bag, and press on into the wilderness.
By Zack Graham4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Gosh all these lines hit me so hard because I've been through this before. I hope you're okay. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️