Blink

When a man is busy, he really is busy

He could not text, he could not call

Said he could not even get hold of his cellphone

You, woman, fiddle your phone

wait for him to drop by a tone

But, yes, you princess, would not either ring him on your own

When he is busy, he really is

Fills up the day away without checking if you are okay

Drinks too much caffeine, complains of migraine

stays away watching movies, writing stories

You, woman, stumbles in bed

Throwing pillows over your head

You could not sleep, you could not eat

wondering: Had he been dead?

In the morning, your phone will ring

The blinking screen light tells you it is him

You armor up, ready to freak out

but then he says,

                “Sorry, Love, it had just not been a good day,”

What else is there to say? 

wind 

4.21.2014/ 2.21PM