Phone Call.. Poem by Jenny Molloy
Phone Call..
My phone book is full of people,
All driftnet sorts.
From friends to family.
But when I see your name,
Pop up on the small little screen,
I do not smile any more.
I miss you and don’t know why I keep your number.
You wont answer when I call,
Even though I would not call any more.
I do not smile when I see your name,
I do not know why I have your number still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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