Contact Poem by Gert Strydom

When I called you on my cellular phone
to tell you about the depth of my love
the signal broke
and I could not say a single word to you.
I could have send a electronic mail to you,
to say that I cannot take the loneliness anymore
but the internet cafe was already closed
and it was at a wrong time and hour.
When I picked up a pen
I did want to tell you how your absence troubles me
but continuously
I was spelling everything wrong.
Then I decide to risk arriving
unexpectedly at your door.