The Joke’s On Me

poem by Judy Burnette

I keep waiting for the phone to ring
Yet I know it won’t be you;
I try to fill my life with busyness
Yet all I do is think of you.

What became of us
And all our dreams and plans;
How could you turn and walk away
As I watched our castles turn to sand?

Do you never even miss me
Don’t you long to caress my face;
How could you forget so easily
And You I can’t erase?

I want to be in your arms again
To see the laughter in your eyes;
But I guess the joke’s on me

And Oh! Was I surprised!

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