For the un-answered telephone (by jcsonny)
I know of a number that never picks up
it rings like most do, but it never picks up
never… picks up.
I’ve called it so much that now,
even
the sound of the ringing seems tired.
Even that little anxiety causing
sound is becoming afraid of me,
putting it back to work.
I know that can’t be it…
I know that,
that thought is crazy, very crazy
because I’m the only thing it has.
I give it purpose,
for the other side
of the phone.
Though we’d probably be
better off,
without our desperation;
contently existing alone.









