by Brigitte Wynn Karey

Created on: July 22, 2010

Still Waiting

By the phone, I wait

Each second of waiting

I wonder if you are unharmed

I want to hear your breathing

I want to feel your warm flesh

Your life is worth more than my own

I can sense your present most of the time

But not at this moment

I fail to feel your existence

You disappear in silence

If you only know

I would die thousand times for you

Rain keeps falling and I keep waiting

Hour after hour, I am in pain

Of not hearing your heartbeat

I am in so much pain that I can see the color of pain

It has the same color as the color of blood that leaks from my wound

My body breaks down every second you make me wait

By the phone, I wait

Teardrops blinded my eyesight

Clock ticking I heard

Thousand messages I left

Countless words I said

Have never reached your heart

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