Hiccup

Here am I
Sad and alone
Waiting by
The telephone
Every time
It rings I think
Please be home
My heart does sink
The hours pass
Day turns to night
What shall I do?
My thoughts take flight
Perhaps I should
Have a good stiff drink
Then climb in bed
And sleep, not think
But sad to say
The jig is up
Sleep will not come
When I hiccup

© Lucille Falk Miller
~April 15, 2003 [a 10 min writing exercise using the word ‘hiccup’]