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Just around the corner
Just around the corner
there's a fork in the road
where a cross lay broken and buried in stone
a story left untold
a lovers arms left cold
on this dark September night
that left her all alone
a phone call still unanswered
a tear hits the floor
as the phone finally rings
and she's told he's not coming home.
there's a fork in the road
where a cross lay broken and buried in stone
a story left untold
a lovers arms left cold
on this dark September night
that left her all alone
a phone call still unanswered
a tear hits the floor
as the phone finally rings
and she's told he's not coming home.
Published 1st Feb 2018
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Anonymous
1st Feb 2018 3:38pm
Not sure which is worse? Waiting for the call or hearing the voice telling you what you feared to hear. I invested in an answer phone long time ago. You capture this well.
1st Feb 2018 4:26pm
1st Feb 2018 4:34pm
Some live their lives in "call waiting",
others by the "answer machine"
Neither changes reality.
The sorrow, well revealed here.
Well done,
others by the "answer machine"
Neither changes reality.
The sorrow, well revealed here.
Well done,
2nd Feb 2018 3:36am
That last line is a real heartbreaker. Until then I wasn't sure if he was out cheating or just delayed in getting home. Very sad...
J
J
7th Feb 2018 6:55pm
Light, this is a touching piece. It evokes images of the numerous roadside memorials seen all over. I view the pictures, the flowers and think that there was a well loved person and of the legacy of heartache for those left behind. Beautiful! Brava!
7th Feb 2018 8:32pm
