hope springs

in dark and silent solitude
i listen for the phone,
disheartened and dejected,
depressed and all alone.

all-the-while knowing i
will say the wrong damn thing,
i stare at that damn telephone
and pray that it will ring.

all-the-while knowing you
will not come back to me,
still yet i sit here patiently;
and pray and cry and plea.

all-the-while knowing i
am crying in the rain,
i beg that heaven listen
to my pathos and my pain.

all-the-while knowing you
and god ignore my plight,
i find solace in the hope somehow,
that phone will ring tonight.

in dark and silent solitude
i listen for the phone,
disheartened and dejected
depressed and all alone...

-- James A. Sizemore (2004)

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