It's Been Three Hours

The clock ticks slow, a metronome of dread,

Three hours etched, a lifetime in my head.

The world outside, a symphony unheard,

My focus trapped, on every whispered word.

The phone sits cold, a monument to fear,

A silent echo of what used to be here.

No ring to break the tension in the air,

Just hollow silence, a weight I cannot bear.

The minutes crawl, like insects on the wall,

Each second stretches, echoing a call.

A frantic plea I long to hear them say,

"It's all a mistake, everything's okay."

But logic whispers, doubts begin to bloom,

A tapestry of "what ifs" fills the room.

Did I say too much? Was I too cold or harsh?

Did anger's grip leave an unhealed scar?

Memories flicker, a bittersweet display,

Of laughter shared and stolen moments in May.

Now doubt creeps in, a serpent in the night,

Poisoning trust, darkening once-bright light.

I pace the floor, a restless, caged beast,

Haunted by silence, a relentless feast.

My mind a battlefield, where thoughts collide,

Reason and worry, locked deep inside.

The urge to call, a siren's tempting song,

But fear of rejection makes me stay strong.

Will it be anger on the other side?

Or chilling silence, where love once died?

Perhaps it's pride that keeps my fingers still,

A foolish notion, a self-inflicted thrill.

But pride is fragile, a flimsy paper shield,

When the heart aches, and emotions are revealed.

The shadows lengthen, dusk begins to fall,

Three hours deepen, a suffocating pall.

A tear escapes, a silent, salty stream,

Washing away hope, a shattered dream.

Is this the end? The final curtain call?

The silence screams, echoing in the hall.

Is this the price for careless words unsaid?

A love lost, a future left half-dead?

A flicker then, a glimmer in the gloom,

A message lights my phone, dispelling doom.

It's short and sweet, a single, hopeful line,

"Thinking of you, miss you, can we rewind?"

Relief floods in, a tidal wave of peace,

My heart soars free, it finally finds release.

Doubt's grip loosens, the serpent slithers back,

Replaced by forgiveness, on love's hopeful track.

With trembling fingers, I dial the number,

A silent prayer, a heart that's no longer numb.

The voice that answers, a balm to my soul,

Melting the tension, making me whole.

Apologies flow, tears turn to laughter's sound,

Connection restored, love stronger, more profound.

Three hours of torment, a lesson dearly bought,

That communication's bridge can never be caught.

We talk for hours, mending broken trust,

Laughter replaces fear, dispelling dust.

Words unspoken, now bravely revealed,

A love strengthened, by the battles we've sealed.

As twilight fades, and stars begin to gleam,

We hold onto hope, a radiant, shared dream.

Three hours of anguish, a reminder so clear,

That love's fragile flame, needs tending, needs to be near.

The night unfolds, whispers of tenderness,

Renewed commitment, a love that will transgress.

Three hours a catalyst, a turning of tide,

Leaving behind lessons, nowhere to hide.

For communication's bridge, the one we must hold,

Is built on honesty, a story to be told.

With love as our compass, and trust as our guide,

We'll weather any storm, side by side.