Sunday, June 14, 2015

Magpie 

I waited by the phone
For the call that did not come
I waited all alone
But you did not come home

An explanation never came
As to why you went away
I whispered out your name
But why you did not stay

Alluded me so long
It ate about my soul
Until it left nothing 
filling up the hole

So many years have passed
But that call's still on my mind
Why couldn't you have called
Why could you not be kind

C Hummel Kornell

11 comments:

  1. Nice. We always wonder, don't we?

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  2. Some sort of message would be better than none at all.

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  3. The phone is silent afterwards - do true.

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  4. I know that unsatisfying feeling. Nice work.

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  5. Waiting for a phone to ring is agony.

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  6. The waiting game is unkind in itself. Delicately penned.

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  7. Lovely poem, and so relevant! We all, at one time or another waited for a phone call that never came.

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