pay phone

the school buses tires stopped on the train tracks

the childhood memories give me some stress

when I went for a walk, I know they followed me

I moved away gently but left all my things

But ghosts fly on the plane whispering your name

it goes back to decades of being the only flame

the story was written but never forgiven

what if God is the only one that listens?

I used the pay phone to call home

Mom hesitated at the sound of my voice

After the call, I ripped it off the wall

that way the cops couldn’t trace the call

Tomorrow, I promise, will come

But I will not be anyone