Poems by Jonna

You held up the phone, and asked me “Who might this be?”
I leaned forward to see the name on the screen.
“Just a friend,” I said in a voice of calm.
Hoped you wouldn’t see my insides squirm.

I didn’t want you to think I’d lost faith in us
even though my patience had just enough.
His arms were outstretched, waiting for me.
You held yours so close to your body you see.

I still loved you, I hope you knew.
I just couldn’t get inside your walls,
no matter how many stones I threw.

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