The Reason Why Poem by Walid Boureghda

Once again, I'm all alone.
At home, waiting for a phone.
Standing up, pacing the floor
To and fro with heavy steps.
I don't know the reason why
She hasn't as yet made a dial,
And call me up just for a jiffy.
It's been more than half a year
The last time I saw her,
And more than a year
The first time I met her.
And I long to see her face again,
To feel her incredible perfume
Going deep inside me,
Driving me hypnotic, insane;
To be again all ears to all beautiful words
Escaping from her sweet lips,
To hear again her soppy, hearty voice;
To be again her close friend
As I was before,
And the only well for all her secrets;
Her intimate confidences
As I was before.
And I still don't know the reason why
She hasn't phoned me, so far.
But, I always try to persuade myself
That she hasn't kissed Good Bye
To me nor did she forget me.