Missed Phone Call

You are gone now.
So it's too late.
I did phone you,
But I was left to wait.

Your mothers accent,
Was very strong.
Reminded me too much,
Of your one.

I had to hang up,
Before all my pain.
Could be visibly seen,
My tears falling like rain.

I'm going to miss you,
Even though I couldn't say bye.
I know that every night,
Will end with a cry.

The tears will soak my pillow,
As I cry myself to sleep.
I toss and turn in my bed,
Unable to find comfort as I weep.

My friends ask me what is wrong,
They ask me why I'm so depressed.
I tell them that I'm just fine,
They do not know our secret yet.

<3