No Letters Or Calls Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

I went to the mailbox
To send a letter to you.
And I was quite hopeful
You’d send me one too!

So as I checked
My heart skipped some beats.
In my soul was a song.
My isn’t cupid so sweet?

But there were no love notes.
No flowers, no candy.
I live in your desert,
Where my hopes are all sandy.

For years I have pleaded,
Show me once you love me.
But the sands of my hopes,
You have cast in the sea.

There have been no calls.
Not even a ring.
The phones beside me all day,
What a terrible thing!

I finally know now,
No love we’ll be sharing.
And you proved it to me,
From a heart that’s now barren.