Upon Your Doorstep Poem by Dakota Ellerton

I would wake up,
to the side of another man.
Quietly I'd roll over,
pretending I'm still asleep.
I'd reach for my flashing phone,
I've got a message.
I'd moan as if pretending to be annoyed.
But I'm actually excited.
Through the day my fiancee and I,
would explore our new surroundings.
Our new life.
We'd go to the gym,
Or walk to the tattoo shop.
Where ever we went,
I brought you along in my pocket.
Being thousands of miles away was hard enough,
so leaving my phone was not an option.
I'd sit on the floor wet,
with nothing but your shirt on.
'So, what are you wearing? '
We'd ask.
We always made phone sex so playful.
I thought you really cared enough to try.
I thought you really cared,
for me.
How was I to know that when I came back,
I'd get lost.
Midnight,
a dark road in the country.
No lights and hardly any reception.
I begged you, begged you,
to help me.
But you didn't.
I even tried to surprise you in telling you I was back.
You didn't care.
You never came.
I'll never forget.

There's a picture for my poem, along with a few others.

http: //poeticdistortion.tumblr.com/post/6975420251/upon-your-doorstep