Sitting here
waiting for your phone call
but my phone is dead.
The cool breeze blew through the window
crept silently over my body,
it made me shudder.
With the phone being silent and
I couldn’t even hear the crickets tonight,
it made me feel so lonely.
I wouldn’t even go out with my friends
for I was hoping you’d call me tonight
but it was all in vain.
Just call me
if you really love me or
is there another woman in your life.
Please be honest with me, darling.
Just don’t keep me hanging on a piece of string.
Sitting here alone
waiting for your ring
but my phone is dead.
Noreen Ann Jenkins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-your-call-2/
