When the phone rings

breaking the silence of my lonely flat,

I rush to pick up

thinking

it must be you.

I have forgotten

that we have just spoken.

Your texts come each day as well.

With news of your activities,

and photos of your friends

who I once used to know.

Your daily calls are short,

for my questions

are always the same.

When will I see you?

When will you come?

You left so many years ago

and I saw you off with pride,

sharing with many

the news of scholarships

and studies.

But I did not know,

that solitude and waiting

was my reward.