I'd spend hours checking my phone,
Just waiting for you to call.
Hours to see if I had missed,
My faith in you never slipping at all.
What I didn't know was that,
That voice of yours,
That whispered endearments to me,
In decibels that made me shiver,
Was speaking to another,
As If Old flames,
Had rekindled together.
While I kept waiting for a simple phone call to unfurl.
You were replacing me,
Calling someone else your 'baby girl'.
YOU ARE READING
All For You.
Poetry*First Place Winner in Poetry - The Quill Awards* ❝All the tears, All the sleepless nights. All the 2 a.m. poetry, All the brilliant lights. All the second guessing, All the wrongs and rights. It is all for ...
