As the sun sets,the birds return to their nests,
A worry slowly creeps up in the chest,
Her steps quicken to reach the destination,
Fully aware scenarios would play out in HER imagination,
She imagined HER sitting besides the phone, waiting for it to ring,
All the while fretting and praying,
Hearing her voice would calm HER down,
Finally giving the forehead a break from the frown,
One fine day the reaper snatched HER away,
The phone no longer rings,
No one awaits....
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