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
  • Users favorite of this poem: WL Schuett
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  • 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!

    • 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.

                • 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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