Coming Home Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Coming Home
The desolation in my mind grows
Every day I check my voicemail
To see if you are coming home
But there's nothing
That makes me weep
For the last message I got was two days ago
And I play it over and over
To remember what yr voice sound like
Hoping it isn't the only one left
I watch anticipation at every moment
Near the bay window from dawn to dusk
And sometimes, beyond
I cannot play the sweet music
We once listened to
I only listen for the phone to ring
Eager to find you telling me
That you are coming home
Ever so heart movingly expressed! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++
Ohh, The anticipation of a loved one coming home is ever so hard to take! ..
Wow! Loved this one. "I only listen for the phone to ring …..telling me That you are coming home" I know the waiting is worth it..
My heart goes out to you, LeeAnn. It's so unfair for him to be playing these mind games.
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8/29/2026 8:08:20 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Felt to the core. Tears, anxiety and more! True emotions overflow. Quite unforgettable and more!