Dazephyr

We swapped our numbers once,
Strangers becoming friends.
Each key punched a promise
Of many good times to come.

long night calls
in empty halls
deep dark secrets
flooded these outlets
thoughts linked unworded
hidden dreams unfolded

You change your number now,
Friends becoming strangers.
Finger hovers above ‘Delete’.
Relenting, your whispers linger.

desolate halls
abandoned outlets
a nightmare unfolded