WHISPERS

🌾 AWAITING A RING 🌾

I stayed up late.

At least four hours.

Past eight o'clock.

For you had said.

You would give me a ring.

Not the metal kind.

You slide upon fingers.

The sort you can.

Only listen to.

Over the telephone wire.

Yet the later it becomes.

It is apparent you forgot.

Or you couldn't.

Find the time to call.

Disappointed I go to sleep.

In hope that I will.

Hear from you tomorrow.