the call

[sherri13]

just a poem i wrote a while back i thought some of you might could relate to


The call


The phone rings
I pick it up
It’s you
I smile
But it quickly fades
When I hear the ice
In your voice

Not the warmth I so desperately wait for
In the two ten-minute calls per month
Not I love you
I miss you
Thanks for being there for me

But instead…

Don’t visit anymore
You’re lying
You’re not really waiting
I know you’re seeing someone…

All your frustration and fear
Taken out on me
The one who loves you the most
The one who pays seven dollars for
A ten-minute phone call like this

God knows I love you
But I don’t deserve this
Even if this call is followed up by
A letter of apology
Next week

You are not the only one doing this time
We are just doing it in two different places
You there
Me here
Keep that it mind
It is not easy for either one of us

And also keep in mind
I wait for “the call”
To brighten up my day
Not to bring rain showers
On an already cloudy day

[soraya]

I can sure relate to this!

[cobwebqueen]

Sherri. That is so sad. I had a similar experience with the guy I am writing to, although yours is a whole different situation. He would call me or write and his imagination would be working overtime. And as convincing as I could be, sometime it took him a while to believe me. Then I started thinking about how I would feel if I was in there, with no control, and in a way you can understand the uncertainty they feel. Doesn't make it any easier, though.