Still somehow I wait

For the one my sould connected to once..

Still I somehow wait 

For you to return my dads call

The weeks that pass send shivers 

and yet nothing at all

Still somehow I wait 

A doll no longer standing tall

Your silence starts to kill me 

and soon im crying in a ball

Still somehow I wait 

but yet you never return..

late january has fallen, and i still have heard no word..

yet somehow I still wait

For footsteps at my door

And stil i wait and wait

for the chatter we once spoke

But at night when im alone 

and the memories start to flow

Is it a something bad..

Or should we finally just let go?

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

It is hard to let go. This poem speaks to me of family breakups when children are caught in the crossfire. How difficult it must be to lose a parent that way. To wait and wait for contact and it never comes. Your poem could be read in other ways as well. The waiting is a heartbreaker.

Chris

[Masked writer]

It is about a LDR.
thankyou for the review

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

aw, Dear Masked Writer, I know you wrote it our mirrored view and not yours,
but I see both sides. I myself linger. In my vacant solace, I am insanely happy. MJK

[Anita Frader]

The waiting game is a painful one to play.
The quiet can be heartbreaking. 💔

[Masked writer]

It is indeed...But they finally called

[Poetic Beauty]

Waiting and silence are agony. I don’t like to be ignored and don’t tolerate it well

[Masked writer]

As do I

[Neville]

Sometimes, at least in the long run letting go is the quickest and least painful of all available options .. and at other times, in different circumstances, letting go is the only option .. I am glad I stopped by .. Neville

[Masked writer]

Sometimes....

[living lavender]

sometimes the wait is just as bad as the call...
{emotional piece. heartfelt through and through.}

[Masked writer]

Thankyou, your review means much... Really was a heartfelt piece..
~M.w