Do I Have Any Right???

I felt bad…..
like really bad.
Like silence ringing
where your voice once had.

You didn’t pick my call,
not even a sign,
no message dropped
between your lines.

But I still miss you,
still care, still ache.
Still trace your name
in every break.

I wanted to ask,
but the words got stuck…
like breath held hostage
by fear and luck.

Do I have any right
to knock on your door,
to ask what changed,
to want once more?

I don’t know.
I just know this
I’d answer you
in every abyss….