Long-Distance (a poem from my book, Seasons Come, People Grow)

Long-Distance

I give you a call,

Expecting nothing,

The phone rings constantly,

No one answering,

Only time I hear your voice is on the machine,

I contemplate leaving a message,

Pessimistic of getting a call back,

Frustrated of the inequitous effort,

I dial your number,

A busy signal comes up,

Discovering that you were certainly home,

Just had no need nor desire to talk,

No matter how many times I call,

There is no getting through,

You seem so distant and far away,

Even though I lay right beside you.

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