The ring stops my heart in my throat answer to dead air aware you're there t he entire time. You frame silence I wonder how far across these wires my voices carries... 'Hello...' Again the words choke fumbling for an exit stumbling over my tongue [which needs water or some thing to quench this dry...] 'Can you hear me? or are you not listening?' and I begin to start rethinking [second guessing] which is never a good thing...not for me. I regret, picking up the phone and this conversation [that isn't taking place] with hesitation and spaces between us. So I give in, calm myself, breathe and...sigh pretend every thing is ok and get ready to say 'Good-Bye'
Reason for writing:
Thinking of wires...spaces...time and place where the silece falls so hard it deafens you.
Some phone calls can be so painful...just makes you wish you had said...'I'm sorry, Wrong number'
Birth sign: Aries
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