From awaiting to absence to departure
Earlier when my phone used to ring, I used to think it was you.
Even when it wasn't you, I used to be happy that it made me expectant.
Now when my phone rings, I still think it might be you.
But when it isn't you, I am ashamed at my stupidity.
I wonder when would I learn that the lack of your isn't absence but departure.
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