The Call That Never Comes Poem by Ray Hansell

Each night I sit waiting
Hoping that you'll call
Waiting for the phone
To start it's ringing
Waiting for the screen
To light up nice and bright
To show me your number
As an incoming call
But all that I see
In just a blank screen
Just another lonely night
Waiting, for the call that never came
But I leave my phone on
All through the night
Just in case you call
If not, than I face another day
Not hearing from you at all
The days turn into weeks
The weeks turn into months
I guess it's safe to say
You really did go your own way


5-17-20/RjH