Waiting For My Call But Deaf Poem by Manonton Dalan

i know you're watching crystal ball
with eyes close clinching your fist
pictures coming out of you, so clear
you miss me but for a moment unsure
so i waited for so many empty nights
shooting arrows in darkness flights

sometimes i laugh talking to myself
until i fall asleep and there's no elf
nor hooves overhead knocking on ceiling
just aircon doing its normal whining
so many times i look at clock above me
it looks like it never move like you