Wondering Beside The Phone Poem by Razya Sultana

I spend hours sitting beside the phone
Held my hands together and was praying.
There was a fear reaching my senses
And it made me feel very lonely.
Maybe you are too busy to call me
But I'm scared to live without you.
I might not be such a good person
I don't think you really love me.
I know only you and no one else
I am missing you on this cold night.
Though I am sick and tired
I don't want to stand up to leave.
Don't really care if everything falls apart
I hate it when i can't answer you.
Then I stay beside the phone for long
Feeling you in me, breathing heavily,
And wondering if you would call.