dialed again march 2012
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i dialed our number today.
just as i have for 20 agains.
though it’s no longer our number,
we’re no longer,
so it is now your telephone number
and mine only as a
you won’t pick up the phone. i know.
it’s contagion, you sense my plague.
you know I won’t disconnect.
it’s another pierce of finality if i do.
diminished hope frays further
with each call incomplete.
i listen to three and one quarter rings
then your cheeriest voice that i love,
‘hey ho it’s us, we can’t get
to the phone right now
– sooorrrryy —
we’d love to call you so you know
what to do.”
then 3 beeps and buzz, we aren’t connected anymore,
i have your subtle sexy playful voice
to myself again.
i don’t understand why you haven’t changed
hope sweeps me like an infatuated 14-year girl,
you’ve change your mind,
you want me back,
i’ve never even unpacked my fuckin' clothes.
cruel realism bulldozes me, god damn, i'm a 35-year man crushed.
you are playing a game,
how long will i keep phoning?
i don't know,
you know i’ll phone,
i won’t disappoint you.
i consider it’s possible that
one day i might send you a letter,
to change your fuckin' message.