So many times I'd wonder where you'd be.
Whether you were home alone,
Sitting by the phone like me?
I wanted to call you...
Now that I'm available and free.
But I remember how we parted...
And you have 'Caller ID'.
I use to cry when we broke up.
Feeling physically and mentally drained.
And nothing could satisfy what I felt!
Feeling betrayed and blamed!
And I still have your number,
Engraved in my heart!
With a wedding band returned and refused!
I'd like to think there are memories to rekindle.
But I know you have better things to do!
'I have better things now..' You last said to me!
And I hung up feeling deeply bruised!
...deeply bruised...the words bring out the pain.the waiting..and ending up like this..well, this is life...enjoyed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahhhhhhhhhh I hope you two made up by now!