Lonely

#4 – Waiting for the Call

I find myself alone in this world,
Here I stand, deserted,
Nobody to turn to.
Wait there is one…

She used to be everything to me.
The way she delicately curled
Her hair around her pinky
And how her laugh placed
A genuine smile on my face no
Matter how hard I fought it.

Do I call Her?
I can’t, I have nothing to say.
She has moved on now and
Deserves her new life without
Me standing by her side.
I was not the man she needed
Me to be, the man I can never be.

The loneliness…
It’s beginning to envelop my soul.
Its cruel, cold grasp has finally found me.
I have nothing…Wait the phone, I can do it,
I will call her after all these years.
I will once again feel her comforting embrace
And the way she snuggly fit under
My once proud chin….
The loneliness finds me once again
And I remain outside the phone booth.