You didn’t call last night
like you promised
I cried myself to sleep…
If only you understood
the subtleties
that teach each of us
to trust or not.
You would never again
make me a promise
you did not intend to keep.
Knowing…
That I’m trusting you with my heart.
Then leave me waiting…
Waiting…
Like you did last night
to cry myself to sleep.
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This one had nice flow and movement to it. Lovely work.
I have a sudden urge to scream out lines from the cowardly lion….let me at ‘im, let me at ‘im!
Some guys are just callous like that, and need to be hung up on, no matter if they call or not.
So enjoyed the deeper sense of how one is taught, how waiting opens up a space for hearing what has not been done.