Poetry

The Missed Call

 The Missed Call

I got call forwarding on the phone today. Im hoping it will help ease the pain.
I have to go, and drive away. Dam my cell phone is out of range. For ten
minutes, not anymore. You call to talk, a message you bore. Into range the
phone does come. That message sign, a note your done. I missed your call, a
lump in my throat. The sorrow starts, at nights approach. I'm home now, please
call again. The phone with me, it never ends. Time ticks and ticks, no call in
sight. Its bedtime now, alone this night. The tears they flow, for your words I
missed. I cry to sleep, very worried of this. What about tomorrow, the things
to do. When will you call, will I miss that too. I love the phone and hate it,
as well. It can hold so much, and still bring hell. Please call again, again I
pray. Your voice to hear "Hi its me, hows your day". Its sad for now, I close
my eyes. I see your face, pray night fly's by. Goodnight my love, tomorrow is
near. I'll hug the phone, wishing your voice to hear.

Maria Gibson
Proud Army Wife.



contributed by Maria H. Gibson [This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.]