Echoes of a Naive Heart

The phone rings, a familiar tone,

A friend's voice, not alone,

"Let’s meet today," the words they say,

But in my mind, the echoes sway.

Naive heart, eager to connect,

A simple call, what to expect?

I dial back, a nervous breath,

Hoping to bridge the silent depth.

But silence answers, a quiet sound,

My thoughts spiral round and round.

Did I misunderstand, or was it clear?

A simple call, yet so much fear.

I wish to know, to feel secure,

But my naïveté makes me unsure.

Is this the way the world does play,

Or do I dream in shades of gray?

A pause, a sigh, I put the phone down,

In my chest, emotions drown.

The call was brief, but left a mark,

A naive soul lost in the dark.

Yet in the shadows, I find my way,

Learning from the games we play.

For every call that goes unheard,

Is just another lesson learned.