Waiting

I'm sitting here waiting,
waiting for that call.
Wondering if you are even,
going to call at all.
Every time the phone has rang,
I wish and hope it's you.
But each time that I answer,
My wish has not come true.
You told me that you would,
when I told you to call me,
but I have been sitting here for hours.
How hard could calling me be?
The phone hasn't even rung,
and darkness has overtaken the light.
Everyone has gone to sleep,
and today is now tonight.
It is getting really late,
my heart is broken; not elating.
I lay down in bed and start to cry,
and I continue waiting.