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Click hereWrapped in my thoughts I hear a loud "Ping!".
Woo hoo! I got mail - what news will it bring?
Talk of your day, or a picture so nice?
Great. Today only, cat food's half price.
Later I see there's a message unread.
Anticipation starts filling my head.
Have you sent me a poem, or something that's funny.
Oh. An African prince has "left me some money".
Another "Ping!" Hurrah and three cheers!
Surely it's you with some lovely ideas
Of adventure, of romance, making love in our grotto?
Hmm. I appear to have won Spanish Lotto.
Oh how I hate waiting for missives from you.
The day passes slowly, though I've lots to do.
I keep wanting and hoping and looking for news.
Gonna write a song called "Long Distance Blues"
Now I'm tense and I'm angry; I hate my PC.
I hate Yahoo! and Hotmail, and Orange and Three;
They must all be at fault for the silence so long.
Can they not understand how my yearning is strong?
I call up my friend but she says "Don't sweat it"
That's all very well, but she clearly don't get it.
It's been over eight hours; bad thoughts fill my head.
What if he's in hospital, injured or dead?
I wake up next morning. The man's deigned to write.
"Good morning my sweet, hope you had a good night.
I went to the ball game and then for a beer.
Sorry I forget to message you, dear."
So the man's still alive. Thinks he's done nothing wrong!
If he thinks I'll continue to dance to his song
He can think once again; I've had time to review.
I am tired of the silence, and I say "Adieu."
Dedicated to Angel and all others who suffer from Silent Man
a five
it's fun,
a little unweeded perhaps. i.e. do you need:
I call up my friend but she says "Don't sweat it"
That's all very well, but she clearly don't get it.
It's been over eight hours; bad thoughts fill my head.
What if he's in hospital, injured or dead?
This perfectly describes my encounter with multiple silent men in my life!
Thank you my dear friend for writing a lovely poem for me :)
Angel
Last line in penultimate verse; "forget" should be "forgot" obviously. Although on second thoughts I suppose Silent Man could be careless about typos. That would fit.