Your Call

I heard you call,
echoing in the air
pulsating my skin,
deafening my ears.

I heard your call,
as i crossed the road,
i tripped on it,
i fell across.

I heard your call,
as i slept in bed,
dreaming of you,
a nightmare so rare.

 I heard your call,
asphyxiating my air,
condensing my vapor,
ensnaring my lungs.

I heard your call,
i ignored it,
in pretense i thought of it as the wind,
its too painful to go on with it.

Your call is mute,
a dim monocrome,
a solemn lullaby,
dedicative requiem.