I waited for your phone call.
You never called.
I waited for your letter.
You never sent it.
I waited for your text message.
You never texted me.
I waited for your email.
You never sent it.
I waited for your presence.
Your listening ear.
Your loving presence.
Your kind smile.
Your warm embrace.
Your friendship.
Your understanding nod.
Your companionship.
You, oh you dearest friend.
Were you my friend?
Was it a figment of my imagination?
My divagating, thirsty, love-starved heart.
Was I in this all by myself?
Was it only me, all this time?
I wonder.