The Screaming SIlence

A concert of emotions
Play in my bewildered mind
As I think of the night just past
And contemplate the telephone on my desktop
I wish to pick it up and yet
I withdraw my shaking hand each time I reach out
It will not be me to grovel and beg
Not again
Not ever again
I stare at the telephone and wish for it to ring
But silence screams in the room
As I wait and wish
I know in my broken heart that it will never ring
Not with her voice on the other end
And the concert
Plays louder in my head
My heart is broken
But I am still prideful
And so I unplug the telephone
And leave the darkened room
Proud
With a dead heart
Within my chest