Phone Call Poem by Brenda Urka

Late at night, I hear the ring,
your phone is going off again.

You whisper soft, your words I hear,
you say can't talk, She's lying near.

The words they cut, deep in my heart,
the plans you make, The plans to part.

You lay back down, and fall asleep,
your words they damage, hurt so deep.

Laying here, my tears they flow,
trembling now, How cant you know.

It's late again, Lets get this clear,
she's lying, Her heart I break.

I love my wife, I've made a mistake.

It's late again, your phone I hear,
wrapped in your arms, I Love You Dear...