The phone rings and I just can’t bear the call.

Half truths and vague replies hide how I feel.

We skirt around the topics that aren’t real.

You used to be so big yet now so small.

This year has left doubts and questions in me.

I constantly make excuses for you.

Repeatedly tainting my point of view.

I miss how we all once felt calm and free.

Now I’m on edge every time my phone rings.

Dread the conversation I have to force.

Muting my own life to protect your mind.

You are missing so much; I know it stings.

Coldly I ask how it goes with your course.

I wonder if I can keep being kind?