One Last Call

Painting: 'Mountain Lake' by Salvador Dali

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It was just a matter of seconds,

But I never did dial up her number.

Sometimes I was caught up in my routine work,

Sometimes I was too busy to attend any calls.

I thought that I have more important things to do,

Than a mere phone call.

Sometimes I was on the verge of calling her,

But I was held back.

Held back by my ego,

Held back by some past memories,

Held back by some excuses.

Whenever my phone rang I expected it to be her,

But she never called.

I waited.

I waited for days.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months and months into years.

Finally, one night I decided to call.

I took my phone and did dial her number,

But my mind changed before I could press the button to call.

I excused myself in the name of tomorrow.

The tomorrow which never came.

The next morning when I woke up,

I got a call.

The call was about her sudden demise.

I sat still on my bed,

My eyes glued on my phone screen,

My ego and my excuses rolled down my cheeks leaving a scar behind.

I still have her number,

I still have time.

I still ask myself the question,

Can I call her for One Last Time?