He calls.
She speaks as if they never stopped talking.
Her voice betrays the weight her words put across.
She stays calm, and tries to play it strong and straight forward.
Her tone more fitting for a happier moment.

Says "I'm not afraid" but he knew she was.
"I'm still the same" but he knew she was not.

Stunned, he doesn't know just how to respond
as a pause sustains and escalates to a subtle resolve
He searches for the comfort she doesn't need
or so she thinks she gets enough from the pills she takes.

"And I have to leave for the both of us"
"And I do believe we'll be better off, because...."

"I'm sorry to hear it" she knew he was.
"And I can't imagine the pain that it's caused you"

Soon the conversation runs out of time.
He is speaking low but his emotions run high.
"She'll be fine" he tells himself, goodbye at the tip of his tongue.