Gardens Of My Soul Poem by R. L. Allen

Is this how it's going to be?
Me sitting by the phone,
lifting it to my ear
then placing it down again,
figuring
you would have called me,
wouldn't you?
would have called

by now.
Is this how it's going to be?
Me pacing the gardens of my soul
like a lost child
amongst the roses
trying to find you

figuring
you would have picked me out,
wouldn't you?
would have found me
by now.
Is this how it's going to be?