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Jun 2017
Tring tring tring...
Hello, is it you?
Can you hear me?
Say something...
The silence is killing me.
Let me relive the lost memory.
I still have your number saved,
Your photograph in my pocket.

Tring tring tring...
Hello, is it you?
I waited beside the phone for days,
To hear you voice one last time,
To tell you how much it pains,
Do you still miss me?
How is she? 
Does she love you more than I did?

Now, I am unknown number,
That was once on your speed dial.
Rupsa Chakraborty
Written by
Rupsa Chakraborty  F/Mumbai, India
(F/Mumbai, India)   
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