Tell Me.... Poem by Michelle Guza

Tell Me....



Tell me …why does it hurt so bad to see you pictures
Because as the moment I can see them in my head
Tell me why it makes the tears fall when I listen to our old song
When the song plays blasting through the speakers I stop my singing as the memories race through my mind
When I read the words that took you a while to say I think about all the day
Wondering if you were talking about me or someone else
Tell me why I get chills when I hear someone say your name
tell me why I cant say your name
Tell me why every time the phone rings I race there hoping that it is you
But knowing its not
Is it wrong to hope that your wondering the same thing at this moment
Is it wrong to think that I wish you were here with me so that I could ask you?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ashish R 18 July 2006

'Tell me why every time the phone rings I race there hoping that it is you But knowing its not'..........you read my mind, it seems.Wonderful penning of thoughts.

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