Broken Phone

I called her one night.
Picked the phone
dialed her number
and waited…
She picked her phone
looked at the number
touched the green button
and said, “Hi!”.
I said, “Hi!”.
She said, “How have you been?”
“Fine.” I said, “You?”
“Fine.” she said.
“Are you in love?”, I jumped to a question that was bothering me.
“Yes!” she said.
“Are you being loved?”
“Yes!” she said once more.
“Fine!” I said, “Cause that’s the only thing I could have given to you; that’s the only thing I had.”
“I know.” She said.
“I know.” I said.
*clang*
I never picked that phone again.

image by: Luis Llerena

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