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Bring-ring
Bring-ring
The shrill sound of the phone enters the silence
“Hello”
She speaks coldly into the receiver
“Hello”
Answers the equally toned male
“Who is this?”
She demands of the long forgotten voice
The trepidation already pricking her throat
“John White”
The menacing tone answers
“I don’t know you,”
She laces with disdain
“I don’t know you, either”
He answers with humour in his voice
“What do you want?”
The worry slowly dissipating despite natural barriers
“I’m calling on behalf of your father”
He answers calming the bitterness
“What are you to him?”
She speaks as dread fills her heart
“His best friend of the moment and his doctor.”
He sooths over the distance
“What’s happened?”
She wants for everything to be fine
She dreads the truth in the next line
“You should come for a visit tomorrow.”
He wants to relieve the tension
“How much longer?”
She grips the counter as the pain grips her heart.
“Only a matter of days”
He truthfully states
“I understand”
She bites out as she suppresses her tears
“Is he in much pain?”
She tentively asks
“No. We ensure that.”
He supplies, wanting to offer greater comfort.
“Thank you, then”
She answers, reserved.
“I will be there tomorrow afternoon”
She wants to weep out the sorrow.
“There is no guarantee he will be awake”
He wants to make clear the horrid facts
“I understand the circumstances, Doctor”
The cold drips back in her voice
She wants to scream out her pain
“Very well, then”
He hates the polite façade
“You should see me around three”
She wants to be through
“We will be ready”
He steadily grows impatient
“Thank you, doctor”
She longs for comfort from his arms
“Good-bye Sarah”
He whispers her name softly
“Good-bye”
She closes her eyes
Beep, beep, beep
"John”
She weeps, full of sorrow, full of pain
She watches as her tears fall down her cheeks
Another love gone.

Description
Bring-ring
Bring-ring
The shrill sound of the phone enters the silence
“Hello”
She speaks coldly into the receiver
“Hello”
Answers the equally toned male
“Who is this?”
She demands of the long forgotten voice
The trepidation already pricking her throat
“John White”
The menacing tone answers
“I don’t know you,”
She laces with disdain
“I don’t know you, either”
He answers with humour in his voice
“What do you want?”
The worry slowly dissipating despite natural barriers
“I’m calling on behalf of your father”
He answers calming the bitterness
“What are you to him?”
She speaks as dread fills her heart
“His best friend of the moment and his doctor.”
He sooths over the distance
“What’s happened?”
She wants for everything to be fine
She dreads the truth in the next line
“You should come for a visit tomorrow.”
He wants to relieve the tension
“How much longer?”
She grips the counter as the pain grips her heart.
“Only a matter of days”
He truthfully states
“I understand”
She bites out as she suppresses her tears
“Is he in much pain?”
She tentively asks
“No. We ensure that.”
He supplies, wanting to offer greater comfort.
“Thank you, then”
She answers, reserved.
“I will be there tomorrow afternoon”
She wants to weep out the sorrow.
“There is no guarantee he will be awake”
He wants to make clear the horrid facts
“I understand the circumstances, Doctor”
The cold drips back in her voice
She wants to scream out her pain
“Very well, then”
He hates the polite façade
“You should see me around three”
She wants to be through
“We will be ready”
He steadily grows impatient
“Thank you, doctor”
She longs for comfort from his arms
“Good-bye Sarah”
He whispers her name softly
“Good-bye”
She closes her eyes
Beep, beep, beep
"John”
She weeps, full of sorrow, full of pain
She watches as her tears fall down her cheeks
Another love gone.