Redial
The first day we met I asked for your number.
You gave it hesitantly, and our fate was decided.
From texts to dates to family vacations,
you became part of my everyday.
After a while you began to create distance,
I allowed it to happen because it was what you needed.
Now I regret not trying harder.
You refuse to answer my call,
but I will always redial.
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