The Right One©

By Felina Silver Robinson

Copyright© 1998

Each time the phone rings she’s hoping it’s him

Sadly it turns out to be another

And not the one for whom her heart yearns for

 

She listens to his words ever so politely

As she’s thinking of what the words might have been

If they had come from him, the man of her dreams

 

Thinking of just the right words so as not to hurt him

She politely says “sorry,

I must now be on my way, as the children waiting,

Oh thanks for the call”.

 

You can hear the disappointment in his sigh

as he reluctantly says good night

I can only wonder if he too knows that he’s not the man of her dreams