"I’ll call you,"
That’s what you said
The Sunday we met,
So I waited and waited and waited.
Still you haven’t called
Whatever it is you’re doing,
Can’t you spare a minute
To give me a ring?
Tonight is Wednesday
And as I sit here anticipating,
Constantly praying
All of a sudden I know.
I can sit here now forever
And snivel altogether
Until the tears run salty on my cheeks
For all of a sudden I know.
I know what the stars have known
All the time.
You’ll never, never call…
Never.
KIST (kist) n. Scot. A chest or box; also kist.vaen (kist’vin) ____________________________
* Kist is the official collection of literary works of the students of Davao Doctors College, Philippines. Copyright 1994 . * Editor-in-chief: Kist and The Clarion, Official publication of the students of Davao Doctors College. SY 93-95
"I’ll call you," that’s what I said
The Sunday we met,
But each time I tried
My mind just fretted.
Every day I pick up the phone
To spare my minutes to call
But I am afraid I’d sound like a clown
And so I turn away.
Tonight is Wednesday
And as I sit here waiting,
Aching to call you
All of a sudden I know.
I can sit here now forever
And snivel altogether
Until the tears run salty on my cheeks
For all of a sudden I know.
I know what the stars have known
All the time.
I would have made that call
If only I had the courage.
KIST (kist) n. Scot. A chest or box; also kist.vaen (kist’vin) ____________________________
* Kist is the official collection of literary works of the students of Davao Doctors College, Philippines. Copyright 1994. * Editor-in-chief: Kist and The Clarion, Official publication of the students of Davao Doctors College. SY 93-95
