Poet's
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By Bob Domrowski
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I Was Afraid

I was afraid that you wouldn’t hear me if I called.
So I called twice...three times...
four times
My voice stretched into a brittle wail.
I so much needed  to talk with you.
Needed to see you.
I so much needed not to be alone.
But now,
its too late.
       [my fears were well founded.]
       [I knew what was happening.]
       [I don’t need you anymore
.]
I don’t care anymore.