Left Alone On the Phone

PEOPLE HAVE BEEN CALLING ME AN EXPERT LIAR AND IF THEY ARE RIGHT, THIS IS PROBABLY 
THE GREATEST LIE I’VE EVER TOLD

               LEFT ALONE ON THE  PHONE

Perhaps the lady who left me will call
And then I’ll begin to recount it all
All the laughter and all the sorrow
And that day may come tomorrow

I’ll answer the phone as I’m all alone
While I try to be as stoic as a stone
Yet within me I’ll remember her cherry red lips
And that certain distinct way she’d sway her hips

She might be calling to ask if I’d take her back
But unfortunately for her I’d recall one fact
The memory of promises made and broken
And on that call I’d recall every word we’d spoken

My heart would urge “yes” but my mind would say “no”
Because of the seeds of sadness her love came to grow
Planted and nurtured by my tears that still fall to the soil
Whilst remembering how her beauty made my blood begin to boil

So should my phone ring I won’t ignore it’s demand
Because her seeds of sorrow were planted on fallow land
I will also recall my life she came to encumber
And simply say, “sorry, you must have dialed the wrong number”
   © 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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