Call Me

Call Me

A Poem by Visions of Chudear Oyual

The moment 

We met

Is stuck in my head

Your friend said you asked for my number

So I know you’re thinking about me

Since your friend won’t give it to you

You don’t know

What to do

So the decision is up to me 

To make a move

Or come back 

After all there is no way

You can ever get my contact

I choose to give you the gift

You’ve been wishing for 

Which are the digits to my number 

For whatever reason you’d be calling for

© 2025 Visions of Chudear Oyual


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Fun write... there is so much that goes into asking for a phone number nowadays. Lol you've captured so many different social tones here.

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Added on October 20, 2025
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Visions of Chudear Oyual
Visions of Chudear Oyual

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