Don't
tell me,
it's hard on you,
since that day,
you have known the rules,
'the winner takes it all',
and I remember well,
love is sometimes a curious game we play ...
Sitting
beside the phone,
and wait for her call,
which never comes in,
you hunger for her voice,
but no mercy finds a way,
while your tears leaving a trace,
the book now is closed,
only to be opened,
at another time,
and another place ...
Copyright: Achim Tober