Poetry

The One

Waiting for hours
Near my phone,
Expecting your call
At any moment.
Days go by
And still no ring,
Hoping you lost my number
But knowing you didn’t.
Years later you finally dial it,
but as time went by
I answered to someone else.

At the close I wonder if,
If what I did was justice to you
Or a fault to me.
As my breath declines
I answer a line
And know that
If heaven had a cable
I’d sent you a signal.