“Ring”

Don’t tell anyone,

But I miss the sound of my phone ringing past midnight, 

The sound of a soft voice in my ear,

My hand strained from holding the phone for hours.

Night after night,

My phone kept ringing again and again,

And I slept in the morning,

My head heavy and my eyes hurting,

Yet I couldn’t stop smiling. 

It’s pathetic to think of,

But the soft voice after midnight was my source of comfort, and I craved it like water, every starless night.

Every waking moment of my day, I spent thinking about our conversations and

the smooth deep voice of yours.

So every night I stayed awake till late, waiting for my phone to ring.

-Rtr. Vibhavee Sarathchandra