Call

You called and I mustered,
All my courage to answer.
We’ve talked for twenty-one minutes straight,
And I wondered if this is yet another bait.

We’ve talked after long months of waiting,
Though that day you’re just mostly declaiming
A new task bestowed for this lowly weensy writer.
Nevertheless, you made this little heart flutters.

I wrote this to somehow vent,
How I missed your voice like always.
How I missed your laughs and sentiments.
That I’m walking on reverie on that calm mid-day.

I’m happy…
But to be honest, it’s painful in many different ways.

Wait

I don’t know if it’s worth to wait,
The result of something I made,
Out of my passion to write,
Impetuous crafts I hath contrite.

I’m asking myself should I reroute?
This must be the road not taken
That I mistakenly took,
I’m surely mistaken, I must be awaken.