Cell phone buzzes, vibrates, incoming call;
Screen lights. Accept. Reject. The choice is mine.
Split second flash of thought, weighing whether
To answer or ignore, to forgive or
Forget; the name appearing reminds me...
Of my heart still stinging from betrayal;
My ears still ringing from words left unsaid;
My eyes still burning from tears yet falling;
Accept? Reject? Mind racing, must respond.
I won't accept the pain, or the caller.
Caren E. Salas
Day 8 of Robert Lee Brewer's PAD challenge: a "rejected" poem.