Bells

I hear bells. The kind that only ring an alarming tune. The sound is faint at the moment, as if wafting across hills, from a place I cannot see.

But I hear them.

I know you. You keep your feelings buried deep, unconsciously, not from malice or secretiveness. You are probably so covert with them you hide them from your self.

I can count the number of times the one I love has made me suspicious and I have always been uncannily right. Always.

I wish I have been wrong before, but I have not. So there it is.

I hear them pealing.

I have told you and you have been warned. Either pack your bags, for they will take long to fill, or sit quietly at home and don't pick up the phone.