Saturday, June 9, 2012

when I don't hear from you...

Haven't heard from you for long...
really...though everytime the cell shook
I for granted took
The call to be yours...
And rushed with heart in mouth
as if I had a bout
Of some disease...
That failed to cease...

Haven't heard from you...for long...
really...though everytime the bell rings...
I just from my sleepy state spring...
And rush to the door...
Hoping you there with strawberries sure!

But darn!
I see numerous unwanted faces...
Faces of insurance agents...
Tailorman...gardener...
But not that lovely face
Eyes sparkling under the lens...
And dimpled cheek...
Carrying all the happiness that I stupidly seek...

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