Gone

Like a breeze
It came and it left
No more to write about
Nothing left to say
Reality sets in
Time is short
And better spent
On those most important
He pondered this
As he waited for the phone to ring
Seconds, Hours, and Rings of course
But never her
Just enough to create a small sadness
That grew with each day
She never knew how he really felt
And when she did call
The despair was too great
To the unsuspecting victim
Who never got to call again
Just heard the two clicks
One of the gun cocking
The second of the phone hanging up