The Call

You called-
After so long,
How long? -
You called.
You asked questions,
And I answered.
You were polite,
You blatantly ignored our history.
As a lady,
I extended that courtesy.

Hearing your voice though,
Set me back
Like a time machine,
Endlessly moving back further and further
Into the abyss.
you said you loved me still.
What was on your mind?
Why after so long?
I wondered.

I heard.
I bled inside;
I opened up like an umbrella
That guards one from the rain.
Your words poured down on me like a storm,
My very being washed away.
I tried to hold on,
But I still got wet.

Words so close to feelings, suppressed,
That which I guarded jealousy
Was laid bare before you.

You called to say -
What did you say again?
Oh, yes.
Right.
Wasn't I quite a lady when I said I loved you, too?
But,
Did I say it then,
Or so long ago?