Creative writing poem exercise
It was a cold winter night
As I held the phone
Sitting in the TV's light,
Sitting all alone.
Should I give him a call?
I let out a sad moan
The clock chimes again on the wall
Again two hours late
He should be back from the mall
"Don't call," he said, "Just wait."
To not call takes all my might
As my mind decides his fate.
No head lights in sight,
I wait, hiding fright.
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