Waiting on a Call

She lay on her bed
Waiting on a call,
Instead of calling
Him; Dimmer the light
Outside did shine and
There was no one in sight:
They were all at the
Pond, pondering upon things
Too old for their age,
Their kisses and hugs
Nothing more than
Puppy-like affection

Her phone rang then;
She picked it up
Instantly: "Hello?" she asked.
And she waited for a reply
But not a word was spoken
And then a barely audible
"click."

Her irritation grew
"Babe, we're through,"
she cried out loud,
And the phone sang again;

His voice clear and remembered
Her heart fluttered
Like a baby bird's wings flapping
Uselessly to fly,
She shyed away
From what she was to say,
And he confessed:

"I just want you to know
That I called only to say
I love you."

The mutual silence after
Made her cry
Of happiness of course.
She always knew
Her boyfriend would call first.