Only a Game
by Maria Bottiglieri
Waiting...listening...longing...I have become so used to this game.
Waiting for a sign, to show me that you care,
Listening to the phone, to prove that you're still there,
Longing for the moment, when I can see your face once more.
But after all this waiting, listening, longing-
Nothing is left for me but emptiness and despair.
My soul exposed to this cruel game that you have chosen;
Raw emotions, there for the taking then casually discarded, unwanted.
After all, for you it has only been 'a game'
A game I've just discovered, for me not worth playing...
Not worth playing...not worth playing...