Broke & Heartless

The telephone rings,
I pick up the receiver,
rotting silence,
hang up;
hung up on the past.

It rings again,
echoing my agony,
I let the call go
to voicemail;
no message,
only a dial tone.

I sit back
down,
annoyed
by the constant calling,
numb to it's sound.

I flip the phone
off the hook,
return to my work;
ink still bleeding over
lines on the page.

I hear the answering
machine click,
red light flashing,
furious,
I hit the button to listen;
it was love trying to call
regarding a late payment
that would cost me everything,
even my heart.

I came to terms
with the delinquent charges;
broke and heartless.