lesson from past

                   

And Yes I keep waiting

Every time there’s buzz is on my phone I rush

Thinking that it’s you,

It’s true I messed it up; I did not want it any further,

And yes I replied once after several message of yours

Deep down it was a lesson from the past

I thought you would stop, but I wanted you not

You always called me, talked for hours

You talked about everything

Everyone you met, everything you liked,

your crabby aunty, your classy sister

your proud father and your caring mother

You called me with unimaginable names

With adjectives I never found use for.

And you complained I never share

When I talked I brought up mundane subjects,

That I would sound boring,

‘cause I never wanted it any further

Deep down it was a lesson from the past

I thought you would stop, but I wanted you not.

And it was yesterday you brought up my past

Asked me how I felt

That I did not reply

You concluded, it’s the past

Where I still dwell.

And there you stopped this time

I thought you would not stop and I wanted you not

But there you stopped

The lesson from the past was lost

I still wait for your call and you do not.

And now it’s again the past.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand this poem. What we want and what we need. Two different places for us.
"Deep down it was a lesson from the past
I thought you would stop, but I wanted you not."
I liked the poetry. Honest and direct tale my friend. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Ardra]

Very nicely done....... sometimes we hope the ones we love move ahead in life and find the new light in their life....but somehow they seemed to love the shadows of past..the shadows sometimes brings down the light....When it's too much to take the light can walk off leaving you alone with your shadows of past.... wish people would learn to appreciate the light more than their love for shadows :) good work... liked the way you have presented it

[hussain]

thanks for the review :)