One Night

"I'll call tonight."
   That is what you said
      leaving me asleep in the bed.
The day moved by quickly
   faster than I could think
      and it was over in a blink.
I watched the clock
   and patiently I waited
      the sense of fear unabated.
The phone had a dial tone
   as there I sat alone
      but it never rang.
I'll call tonight
   isn't that what you said,
      beside the phone, your note I read.
Thank you for your time
   the pleasure all was mine
      give me a call again.
One night with you
   was a fool hearty endeavor
      for those seven minutes of questionable pleasure.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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April 25, 2016 at 11:48 AM
I'd call 7 minutes a lot more than "questionable." That's all I'm going to write. ;)
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