Love Poem: A Long Wait By the Silent Telephone
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Written by: Andrew Crisci

A Long Wait By the Silent Telephone

If I transformed myself into something
that feels no joy or expresses no feeling:
like those stones in the wilderness
that feel no warmth or coldness,
I'd get rid of this carnal lust...
not fearing what it may cost!

A long wait by the silent telephone 
is like dying slowly
without  ever knowing why;
I trusted in you like I trusted in God...
my mistake is all too believable:
I shouldn't have and spared me some misery!

I can't look out of this window
when winter covers these memories with snow;
loneliness has never been so despised 
by me as it is right now,because my joy has faded
and it won't be remembered in spring...
when all the joyful robins sing!

A long wait by the silent telephone
is giving up the little hope I have inside...
as the evening invites the angry wind 
to scatter all that was beautiful;  
I fight with my anger:  hardily seeing or learning...
losing the wisdom that brings understanding!