The Calling

I can hear it calling,
It's whispering my name,
I can feel it's echo,
It's coming closer,
It feels so right,
Yet it so wrong,
It's thumping,
Again and again,
it's as if the hours are running away from you,
I feel it,
I yearn for it,
but "don't go" as someone called out to you
I must , I will it's my time,
No you mustn't
And she cries and begs
For you not to go
To only see that he's already gone
What can she do?
What else she can do?
Nothing... as it is already too late
She tried to run after him
But she cannot catch up
What if she took the TAXI??

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Special Thanks: Elizabeth (Blue Fonts)