Along the hallway she drops pink rose petals
and stepping onto the white carpet,
she pulls the ivory chemise over her head
and slips between the lavender satin sheets
breathlessly awaiting his arrival..
The clock ticks away each anxious moment
as her dark eyes watch and wait..
then the phone rings and she hears
her heart singing its familiar refrain
but his words are not endearing, as he
calls her Cynthia, not Cindy or honey..
He tells her he does not love her anymore
and she feels her heart stop, as in the background
a strange woman's voice is calling his name..
she hangs up the phone and crawls back into bed
pulling the lavender sheets up over her head,
and she cries alone for the man who once was hers,
looking for comfort from a clock that speaks,
but cannot hold her..
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