One missed call I will never forget.
The pain I felt after, still has not left.
The picture ingrained over a thousand times, replacing smiles, eyes and repeated lies.
That little white box was just the start; what was to follow broke my heart.
The following day, I apologised for not accepting your call but explained why.
Booty call hours I typed and sent; “booty call hours, ok” you texted.
Hours passed and I just assumed, you were upset that I had made a move.
Days had passed after my laughing faces, which eventually left an empty space.
By day three I hit you up; hoping to explain, wanting to give up. I had only joked, I had not made a move. But also did not want it to seem like I was waiting on you.
Kept checking my message to see if it had been delivered and once delivered checked to see if it had been read.
When eventually I saw the reply you had sent….
The little white box.
Your angel, your prince, your one day king.
Wrapped in silk, a beautiful gift; to be laid to rest and sleep in eternal peace.