A Mug's Game
Most if not all of us fall out with someone at some time or another and regret it, but wait for the other person to make the first move.
It can be a long wait…
We split and I missed you,
wanted to tell you so, but pride
got in the way
I missed our teasing banter,
the cosy intimacy and sensuality
of a couple in love
I sought sanctuary (in vain)
among friends, burning candles
at both ends
Love, though, refusing to stay
in some dark corner of my heart,
sought the light of day
Time and again, I willed myself
to pick up my phone and call you,
but pride got in the way
All attempts to turn a deaf ear
to body, mind, and spirit, failing
oh, so miserably
Before and after sleep caved in
to need, I’d reassure a wet pillow
I would call tomorrow
Day after day, I gave you a hug
and kissed you at favourite haunts
on Memory Lane
Yet, nothing could ease my pain
or begin to fill the black hole in me
but being with you again
Fearfully, I picked up my phone
and called you, and within minutes
you were on your way
Copyright R. N. Taber 2015
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