The call that was never made
Letters left unwritten
Songs unsung
Promises undone
A friendly hug, never shared
Deep despair, never bared
A kiss stillborn
Love waiting to be born
Pregnant hope
Empty lives
Deserted eyes
Silent echoes of the soul
The waiting game
Continues, eternally.
© 31 May 2008, Anita Atina
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a very good poem