Friday, February 8, 2013

REALLY!

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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