by Angela Thomas

I'm scared, baby, because I worry that maybe your message
is aimed at me, "you're not important, so why don't you just
do us both a favor and hang up now?" How could I listen
to that and know that I can totally fill up your mailbox and that

away message isn't for me? I yearn for you and I cry for you because
I miss you like it hurts in my chest and I can't wait to wrap my little
arms around your neck and kiss you hard. I just want to talk to you
right now and tell you about all of this, but you're just not picking

up the phone....


Author's Note: unfinished

Posted on 10/04/2005
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cassandra Leigh on 08/28/09 at 08:10 AM

i like the form of this. i like the way you broke it up, even though it reads like free verse. the desperation is palpable... if it's unfinished, it has real potential. nice one

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