The watch struck 10,
I knew it’s time,
For the phone to ring…
I wait awhile,
10:15
He’ll call I tell…
It’s Saturday…
He’ll come in late…
I bathe, my ears on the phone,
Should it ring,
I’ll rush
The clock struck 12…
I still await.

I call his place,
The phone just rings…
He’ll come in late.
I tell myself
And wait and wait…

I call again,
Sylvester tells,
“He’ll be in any moment now…”
I keep the phone
And wait again…

It’s 3:00
I still await,
Wonder…
I know where he’s gone…
But why no call?

I think and tell myself…
He’s hurt at what I said…
Had he not told,
“Where there is a will there is a way?”
Guess it is purposefully done…
To keep some distance.
I feel numbed…
I still await…

Can’t log on…
What if I miss the call?
I simply wait…

The clock struck 11:45
It is night,
I make one last try
Call again…
No response…

I wished he’d not punished me such…
Just wished I could tell him…
I love him just too much
And say “Forgive me please…
Will try and never repeat…
Such hurtful words again…
Please forgive me… just once more.”