the phone rings
hello
hello
breathing on the other end
the absence I have to comprehend
I have to pretend
that the love did not end
there is a knock at the door
lasting shadow on the floor
never to be anymore
something I must endure
to pretend
the love did not end
a voice heard
I am blushing
listening
beads of sweat glistening
I pretend
the love did not end
I hear
footsteps
almost sleeping
leaping
I fall
again I pretend
the love did not end
sometimes it lasts
living in the past
I will continue to pretend
that it did not end
life's love
my heart will not mend