Background
After Ann's departure the night before, and my many phone calls left to voicemail, Ann calls back, angry and high as a kite.
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This is in the point of view of Ann, speaking to me over the phone.
She begins hostile and unforgiving, but seems to have a change of heart in the midst of arguing. Halfway through, she takes an entirely new approach to the conversation.
Like a book that told of love, you made plans to last forever,
But there is a shadow's glare where I once saw the sun's.
I used to hang on every letter, you say the second time is better,
but I have no interest reading novels more than once.
I'm not some dirty habit for your taking or disposing,
I'm not just a broken heart and pretty face.
I'm no dime-bag of bliss that you submit to in your loathing,
But I hope the love it gives to you can take my place.
You can act so cold, so apathetic, have no concern,
Then you will proceed to ask me why I look depressed.
I have sat and burned next to your flame enough to learn,
that you are too far gone to notice my distress.
My fear for you runs deep, nothing will ever be enough,
But wait! I see the ailment deep within your soul;
Nobody can help me say this, for there's nobody that you trust,
You let go so easy when things get hard to hold
Mercy! The epiphany that I had is so profound,
It occurred as I had swam across the sky.
Soon I will come down, and my feet will grace the ground,
And never again should we attempt to fly.
My love, you are, my darling man, my shine in knighting armor,
Just take my hand, I'll lead us to the light
We are doomed lest we confront the hopelessness we harbor,
It will take some aid for us to win this fight.
So gather your belongings, leave the negative at home,
Another hit is you succumbing to the violence.
Darling are you there? Are you even on the phone?
I can hear your breathing murmur in the silence...
I suppose the quiet says you're in denial,
Why don't you pull this parachute while in mid-dive?
If you hit the ground, the earth will quake for miles,
The avalanche will bury us alive.
The phone call would end, without my response to her proposal.
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