Layeka Jeune

Endings Poem

ENG 318

Phone Call at Grand Central

I know it’s been four months

and I know it’s late.

You’re broke and you won’t be fixed.

I know you’ve heard this ten times already

and I know you’re tired of this song.

But I’d move planets for you.

I’d give up heaven for you.

I’d breathe water for you.

I’d rip my skin off for you.

I’d never hurt you

again.

I’d love you.

I know I wasted your time.

I now it’s late and I know you’re tired,

but before I hang up