Staring at the phone,
Waiting,
Waiting for a ring,
Waiting for you.
Hoping, longing,
For a response, good or bad,
I don't care.
The phone is still,
And I realise,
You'll never answer,
Never acknowledge.
Since that fateful day,
Where my tears flowed free,
As they never have.
I'm left here,
Waiting,
Waiting for the replies which never come,
Waiting for you.
I'm still waiting.
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