It was torment,
more like some kind of curse,
my heart in some kind of penance,
I should have known better to keep it safe .
Everytime I gazed on that phone ,
hoping for a call or text,
It was certain you would not,
but I kept believing.
I counted the ticking of the clock,
and soon enough I watched the day surrender itself,
Wednesday shifting to Thursday and tomorrow became today.
Not until the rays the heavenly eye penetrated my room.
I was doomed and had to pay the price.
You should have called, but never did.

© Bradley