A Note Into the Silence

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It doesn't matter that the phone has gone silent,

that you are angry, not speaking,

believing I don't understand the extent

of your suffering, as, indeed,

my mother's heart understands

only too well.

I am still here, waiting,

as I have always been, will always be:

for your sun to shine once more,

for the day when you need to speak,

for the phone to ring,

for our conversation to resume.

for Kerry's Micro Poetry prompt at Real Toads:  to write a micro poem whose point of departure is "It doesn't matter", from the poem by Rumi.