Last Call

Last Call

He promised to call her
at half past ten
If only he had known
She wouldn’t be there then
The traffic was a jam
Roads had not been cleared
He was getting anxious
But the familiar box appeared
He trudged through the snow
Coins in his hand
Anxious to hear her voice
They would talk as planned
His call was answered quickly
but the voice unfamiliar
He couldn’t understand
It was most peculiar
I’m sorry sir, the voice said
There is nothing to discuss
The lady in question 
Is no longer with us
What? he said, not understanding
The voice was forewarning
But she’s expecting my call
Sir, she died this morning
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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  29 comments for “Last Call

  1. December 17, 2018 at 5:22 pm

    Excellent tragic poem!

    • Christine Bolton
      December 17, 2018 at 6:42 pm

      Thanks Jordy💕

  2. December 17, 2018 at 10:43 am

    You did foreshadow the ending, but I didn’t expect it to be so heartbreaking! Well written, you really surprise the reader!

    • Christine Bolton
      December 17, 2018 at 12:26 pm

      Thank you so much! I really appreciate it and I’m happy you liked the poem 🙂💕

      • December 17, 2018 at 1:17 pm

        My pleasure.

  3. December 15, 2018 at 3:55 am

    good writing and the sadness so acute, not hearing someone’s voice for the last time is so heartbreaking, i know this for a fact. i missed that last phone call too.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 15, 2018 at 10:10 am

      I’m so sorry Gina. 😢

  4. December 14, 2018 at 7:18 pm

    A tragic ditty – good build up of tension.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 15, 2018 at 10:14 am

      Thanks V.J. 🙂💕

  5. December 14, 2018 at 6:09 pm

    Message poignantly portrayed…

    • Christine Bolton
      December 15, 2018 at 10:14 am

      Thank you 🙂

  6. December 14, 2018 at 4:24 pm

    Loved the build up and ending of this!! Very imaginative piece from this prompt!! Bravo!!!

    • Christine Bolton
      December 14, 2018 at 4:36 pm

      Thank you dear Charles. I always value your feedback. I’m so happy you liked it! 🙂💕

      • December 14, 2018 at 10:45 pm

        Very much so! Great post!!

  7. December 14, 2018 at 12:55 pm

    So much said in so few words 🙁 I have nominated you for a 3.2.1 Quote Me!

    • Christine Bolton
      December 14, 2018 at 1:31 pm

      You are so sweet, thank you.

  8. December 14, 2018 at 12:22 pm

    Promised call..this brought back memories for me, the days when I waited in a phone booth for a secret call from a boyfriend my parents did not want me to see or have contact with…hehehe.
    Your poem is lovely Christine. I love the ending, though it is a sad turn of event for the caller.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 14, 2018 at 12:28 pm

      Thank you Hélène! Yes lots of memories for me too 🙂💕❤️

      • December 14, 2018 at 12:35 pm

        My pleasure, I so love your poems.

  9. December 14, 2018 at 12:22 pm

    Oh! Such a tragic ending.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 14, 2018 at 12:29 pm

      I do tend to do that, don’t I? 😕 What does that say about me? Don’t answer that!🙂💕

      • December 14, 2018 at 12:41 pm

        You have a wonderful sense of humour as one can see on your One liner posts. And you excel in bringing a touch of melancholy to your verses without getting maudlin, which in my opinion, not everyone can do. I know, I love what you write. 🤗💞

      • Christine Bolton
        December 14, 2018 at 1:33 pm

        You are so sweet my dear Punam. Your words really touch me 💕🙂❤️

      • December 14, 2018 at 1:39 pm


  10. December 14, 2018 at 11:21 am

    I was feeling all nostalgic – remembering the red phone box within sight of my mid- teens bedroom window – the anticipation of her calls – the wondering, would she? Thankfully her last call – she no longer liked me! You did this so well, Christine. Hanging up now, Eric.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 14, 2018 at 12:26 pm

      Thank you! Yes, the phone box was so much more romantic than an iPhone. 🙂❤️

  11. December 14, 2018 at 10:03 am

    This is so tragic.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 14, 2018 at 11:02 am

      Like a movie! Thanks Sadje 🙂

      • December 14, 2018 at 11:24 am


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