Tuesday, October 12, 2010

YOU DON’T CALL

Where once it was busy
Silence fills the room
I sit and stare
Till my eyes
Start to tear.
My heart slowly breaks
When I think about my mistake
It didn’t take long
I should have known
It was all for sport.
Now I sit all alone
Staring at the phone
Waiting for you to call
I envision you
Standing in front of me
Me asking
How come you don’t call me anymore?

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection

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