It's getting close to bedtime and the old familiar ache is back in place..The urge to pick up the phone and call you, to hear your voice one more time, oh just one more time...To ask you why the goodnight messages stopped without anything being said by you or me..To tell you how my day was and ask you how yours went...Of course what I most want to know, I'll never have the courage to ask you.
Maybe you see my pain but choose to ignore it. Easier that way of course. And gradually I suppose we'll each make our peace with the situation and get on..and fade out of each other's lives like ships passing in the night..
But for now, the silence of the phone is deafening.
4 comments:
Hi,Wunderkind...sounds like a tough time..good luck at coming out of the situation with a smile on your face.
You can please kindly call me or any alumna. Thanking you.
Hi,Wunderkind...what's up?Waiting for the next post.:)
hmm.. the poem is sorta nice but conveys more than words. write more gurl
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