Waiting Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

Waiting



I wait by my phone late at night,
He said he would call; he even promised.
Maybe I'm just pathetic.

The silence of the house tires me,
But I sit be the phone, believing the lie,
Waiting for
The call that's non-existant.

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