sitting here so slyly waiting for the phone crying in my coffee letting out a groan when will she stop just talking just to here her voice she passes with the friggen phone and still she babbles on who is she talking to and whats she talking about ah who cares its just a phone oh wait this rings for me hello hello i say with cheer and on the other end i hear your voice as you just whisper softly i want to hold you near who is this i say quite loud startled you reply it is you love your man you only sweetie pie i say again and who are you with no shame for loss i wonder who this is who calls and he speaks so soft he says i love you my sweet dear and still i wonder more i say i'm sorry but your wrong this is not the one you love so dear and who is this he says a loud with such a shocking start i say the you dialed to and asked for now how you got my name i am not sure

but i do know that i am not the one you love for i have never heard your voice before he says again no it is you and i say you is who he says my name clear as life and again i wonder who he says he loves me wants me back and still i am unsure again i say and who are you again he says he loves me true one more time i say with force mine name is amy what is yours again i hear no true reply i click the phone and wonder why people call and speak this way i and still 3 years and on this day i wonder why he called simply just to say those words that from a real man would be so welcome now i wonder that he never called back i wonder if he found his love and where he found her how i think he dialed me by mistake but still i wonder more could he have truly meant for me and i was busy kicking his ass out the door.

The Phone