Blocked

The phone occupies a small corner of my bed - 

yet you occupy all the corners in my head.

I lie awake, wait for your call - 

reduced to apathy, is this all?

Another waking dream, so real, so true - 

all I can dream of is you, is you.

I cannot go forward, cannot go back - 

I should give up on you, go and pack.

Instead I lie in wait, for what?

I ache to give us one last shot.

If you don't call - 

I think I'll bawl.

© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)

(Written a for Poets of G+ competition based on photo provided for prompt below)