By Megs
Date: 29 May 2000

And He Didn't Call...

And he didn't call.
Small girl inside is vulnerable.
Looks for a shooting star.
Offers up a prayer.
Struggles to remember methodical comforting rosaries.
Eats oreo cookies.
And calls a thousand friends.
Anything to keep from hearing that worse kind of silence.

And he didn't call.
But she wrote him a letter.
In beautiful cursive script.
As if he would fall in love with perfect handwriting.
She wrote him poems.
She wrote herself poems.
And vented on Internet comment boards.
Anything to feel in touch with the world.

And he didn't call.
So she tried to sleep.
She read a book.
Mixed a drink to help her relax.
Took a long bath by candlelight.
Watched a good movie where the girl gets the guy.
Just to get her spirits up and make her believe again.
Anything to keep her faith from breaking.

And he didn't call.
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