He calls me once a year on my birthday
Don’t you miss me
When will you come back he says
Don’t you miss your motherland
Our small town
The one we so badly wanted to escape from
You keep on promising you’re coming home every year
I’m getting older by the second
Waiting for you he says
Don’t you miss me
Not even a little
Do you remember the way we used to play those childish games?
My hair’s white now
It’s been thirty nine years since you left this town
I couldn’t love the way we loved
This ridiculous once a year phone call
Keeps me hoping
Wishing
You’ll leave your husband and move back
We’ll begin where we ended
I’ll hold your hand like that last night
I’ll kiss you under the shining stars
At the age of sixty three
Just you and me he said
Do you miss me…
Tell me now before I go on waiting
Happy birthday
My love
I might die waiting for you.
I don't mind
- Alex Antally 🌸
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