The Phone

FredPeyer

Sitting on the hotel bed all alone

Staring longingly at the phone

Willing it to come alive and ring

Thinking of the joy it would bring

 

The simple joy of hearing your voice

Instead of this never-ending background noise

Being away from you breaks my heart

Still dreaming of a brand-new start

 

I hurt you badly, that I know

It’s the reason you made me go

Would give anything to be with you

To start our love and life anew

 

If you could only forgive and forget

Find it in your heart to not be upset

If we could only talk on the phone

I would do anything you want to atone

 

I realize what a fool I have been

In my heart you are still my queen

I long to tell this all to you my dear

But it might just be too late I fear

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 1st, 2017 19:23
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 29
  • User favorite of this poem: WL Schuett.
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Comments8

  • Louis Gibbs

    Sounds like you blew it big-time ... assuming this is true, which I doubt. You are much too wise. Great write, Fred!

    • FredPeyer

      Don't know what happened here, I did write a thank you comment, but it is not showing.
      Anyway, Thanks Louis, pure imagination!

    • Accidental Poet

      Fred, I too hope this is not of your present status with your wife. Sometimes misunderstandings happen. This is a very honest and heartfelt write. Take care my friend. ; )

      • FredPeyer

        Thanks AP, see comment above. Just my imagination.

      • Mugsdaddy

        Great account of regret so glad it is fiction. Lol
        Mugsdaddy

        • FredPeyer

          You know Mugs, sometimes we do or say something so stupid, we could actually end up in that hotel room. Fortunately, so far it never happened to me.

          • Mugsdaddy

            You're lucky I've lived there.

          • WL Schuett

            Great write Fred well written first and foremost, but also a great read I could really feel the pain and regret ...

            • FredPeyer

              Thank you WL, I tried to put myself into the position of somebody who lost the love of his life due to a stupid thing he did. I still thing the writing could be better, but it is as it is.

            • Michael Edwards

              The mark of a good poet is to write from experiences - the mark of a great poet is to write from imagination. This is a shortie from a rather controversial set of shorties which I'm trying to pluck the courage to post. Anyway this applies here Fred. Well written.

              • FredPeyer

                Thank you Michael, your writing is so good that you don't have to worry about posting it. Would love to read that 'controversial' set of shorties you are referring to.

                • Michael Edwards

                  I'll post it tomorrow Fred.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Very good loving write, glad it was in your mind though Fred.

                  • FredPeyer

                    Thanks Goldfinch! And thankfully it was only in my mind.

                  • Accidental Poet

                    Glad to hear it is in fact fiction Fred. It did feel very real, so a excellent write here from your imagination. ; )

                    • FredPeyer

                      Thank you so much AP! Isn't it the purpose of a writer to make it feel real? If I have achieved that, I am happy. Your comment made my day (or better, night!)

                      • Accidental Poet

                        Yes Fred, I agree that it is a writer's objective to give the reader something of significant belief, something at least seemingly real even if just a work of fiction. And THAT Fred you have accomplished here. A job well done my friend. ; )

                      • Christina8

                        Very well done poem. Glad you aren't in the "dog house". But it is a great write of fiction!

                        • FredPeyer

                          Mahalo Christina, you are not the only one who is happy I am not in the 'dog house'!



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