Voicemail Poem by Phoenix Feniks

You can call my phone
but i won't answer.
For i am not where you left me,
my number has changed.
You could go back to your old ways,
knock on my door,
but I fear it will not be me who answers.
For my home is no longer mine,
and only exists as a memory
engraved into both you and i's minds.
You may ask around our town,
perhaps the old ladies down the street
or the owner of our nearby store
will tell you that I am long gone.
They will recite to you my words,
'I'm afraid I'm never coming back.
This town is plagued with too many memories
that I do not wish to remember.'
One day,
it will rain
and you will see my face behind the downpour
of a higher being's tears
but you will no longer recognise me.
For both you and I have changed,
and we are not where we left each other.