Sitting Alone
Sitting alone by the phone,
I’ll never forget the call.
The one I hoped to get,
but never received at all.
I know that you couldn’t stay
At a place you weren’t smiling.
Things didn’t go your way,
And your problems were piling.
Will you someday remember me
or maybe just come back again?
Will I ever laugh or smile
without having to pretend (now and then).
Copyright © Natalie Ruby Heald | Year Posted 2011
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