My phone mocks me; shiny screen blank,
Exuding smug silence. I deleted your number
In a rare moment of honest frank
Acceptance; an attempt to disencumber

My life of your memory. Fuck you;
And fuck your pathetic need
To call me every day, as if you knew
I’d one day wait like this, forced to concede

That I can’t forget you. Can’t force
You out of my mind. Remembering the ring
That now won’t come. No remorse,
No sorrow, no regret; just the sting

Of reflexive reaction:
Of painful protraction.