Payphone




I was at a payphone trying to call home.

They can’t be reached.
I realized mom and dad won’t be able to pick up
No one will call me to go home earlier

Now, I feel like home is where my parents are
I have no one to call anymore
Trying to call friends, they were busy
As I was walking down the sidewalks

I reminisce, how I was crying my eyes out
I got hungry, craving for a barbeque
I went downtown
These thoughts made me anxious
I laughed, trying to hide the pain

Deep down, I was always alone
But at least I have peace of mind

 - Naya

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