the call

more angst.

The call

Waiting for the telephone to scream
Fear that I wouldn’t hear you.

Ears and pulse working overtime,
As I willed you to call.

The wait can stretch forever
No such thing as too long.

Only the fear,
That my breath was too loud.

Too many thoughts and a restless pause
Just not the right time for your call.

It was the most important call you’ve made
‘Cos it’s the one you never made at all.