I wait for the phone to ring,
Today, tomorrow and the next
Nothing comes through
Sometimes I think I heard it ring
Sometimes I believe it rang
Other times I know it rang
I realize I am day dreaming
The usual daydream
I tend to have conversations by myself
Silent ones other times verbal ones
I fall asleep thinking about you
I wake up thinking about you
You don’t call like you used to
My girlfriends say I am tripping
I miss you
I would give anything to have the man that loved me
The man that would do anything to have my time
The man that begged to be with me
The man that would come to my place of work
Wait till I am done
And walk me home
The man who called me in the middle of the night
Just to listen to my sleepy voice
And ask how my day was
If I had a choice
I would ask for that man back.
I would want that broke man back.
Without the money he was truly the man.
©thelma migue, 2010
From the cizoepoetry collection.