I hold the phone
hoping you’ll pick up;
hoping you wouldn’t;
hoping you’ll recognise the number;
hoping you wouldn’t;
wondering how you could forget the number
when I couldn’t…
I hold the phone
hoping you’re awake;
hoping you’re asleep;
wondering how you could,
when I couldn’t…
I hold the phone wondering
if you have company
and who could she be;
fuming, how you could
when I couldn’t…
Raging, I throw the phone
at the wall
breaking it into pieces
like me…
Still wishing,
you had taken that call…
we can get ourselves into such a tangle sometimes 🙂
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Not knowing can be such a pain…
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Oh that hit a nerve with me, Shaily. I was there with you, holding that phone.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks Pete! Calls that are never picked are the ugliest ones. They lead to worse assumptions than a real fight.
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Good writing, Shaily. So sweet and then…
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Thank you, Don! Been there, dealt. with that…
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A lot of feelings associated with phone…well penned😊
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Thanks Aditi…when you call someone dearly and broke up suddenly, a lot is assumed over a missed call
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