She sat by the table
Silently waiting for a call.
Listening-closely, attentively-
To her every tear that falls-
Her soft, fragile hand catching each drop.
Times passes by as she sits still.
Her mind confused,
not knowing how to feel.
And when the church bells rang as the clock struck four
She-with no second thought-went straight for the door.
A promise was forgotten,
A promise was broken.
He told her he would call and come
But he never did and those words went gone.
She sat on the sofa-
Waiting for her caller-
With her arms wrapped around her knees
waiting for a call that would never come.
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Rhyming Thoughts
PoetryRhyming thoughts. Spilled words. Random Poetry.// 8/7/16 - Hi. First of all, to those who have read the first ever poems I posted here and also those who plan to read this collection - thank you so much. Knowing that a few of you out there read or e...
