phone call

* Hella late post.* I try to dedicate a piece to my grandparents for their birthdays or death anniversary to pay homage to them. my grandmas birthday was November 1st but I've been hella busy this last semester I never posted anything up.
This is for her.

I feel like you're on vacation and you haven't been checking in

So I pick up the phone and dial a number and I let it ring

And ring

And  since March, all its done was ring

So I try another number and another and another

I'd imagine that your in a small  hut grandpa built you, tucked in a little section of the field he farmed on to far from the phone.

Or maybe I'd call and someone's using the other line  or I'd call and it's too early or too late.

Whatever the reason is, I'd always miss catching you

And all I really want to do is say 'Hi'

So I dial numbers and I let it ring, ring

And after what feels like forever it goes silent on the other end

Leaving me with just a buzz of nothingness

But I keep trying until it reaches November

Because when November hits I'd realized I've been dialing the wrong numbers this whole time.

And the problem is..

Heaven isn't listed in the phone book

Nor is death

Nor is pain

Nor is regret

Nor is  I'm sorry

But I keep trying 

Cause eventually I'll find a number that'll reach you.

And all I need you to do is tell me I'll be okay.

Or tell me how silly I looked that one night

And you'll shake your head and tell me I still haven't changed

You'd laugh, I'd laugh and we'd just pick up from there.

But until that day when I can reach you, I'll be over here dialing numbers tryna get at you.

Death does not come when a body is too exhausted to live
Death comes, because the brilliance inside us can only be contained for so long.