It's Like Calling A Number When You Know It's No Longer In Service

I have all these ways and all these means to communicate with you.
But I am not heard.
I'm here, I'm everywhere.
But I am unseen.

What could be more frustrating than reaching out, than making your presence known, seen, and heard, and yet you are chosen to be ignored, to be pushed aside?

I am doing my part. I cannot do any more than this.
I should let you go. I should do the same.
And yet the moment my phone beeps, and your name appears?

All the pain of being ignored is forgotten. Buried in a shallow hole.
Which you will soon dig up.