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
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yes indeed- why not be kind?
ReplyDeleteNice. We always wonder, don't we?
ReplyDeleteNicely written, well done.
ReplyDeleteSome sort of message would be better than none at all.
ReplyDeleteThe phone is silent afterwards - do true.
ReplyDeleteLovely post
ReplyDeleteI know that unsatisfying feeling. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteSo very organic ...
ReplyDeleteWaiting for a phone to ring is agony.
ReplyDeleteThe waiting game is unkind in itself. Delicately penned.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, and so relevant! We all, at one time or another waited for a phone call that never came.
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