She
stands at the bus stop
She
checks her phone
Re-checks
if it is working
Just
to be sure
She
dials a toll free number
Yes,
it is working
Phew
Time
passes
One
hour
Two
hours
Her
smile
Turns
to a frown
Then
to worry
Her
legs begin to get tired
She
shifts from one foot to the next
Her
throat is patched with thirst
Her
tummy begins to growl with hunger
Where
is he?
Is
he ok?
Why
has he not called?
Why isn't he picking my calls?
She
walks home
Head
hanging low
Lies
on the bed
Cries
herself to sleep
In
the evening
Her
phone beeps
It
is a text message
It
reads
“Hey
babe! Just seen your missed calls.I blacked out and just woke up. Hope your day was ok? Catch up laterz.”
© thelma migue, 2013
A
cizoepoetry collection
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