Dropped Phone Call

(See Notes after poem)

I ring you in the usual way

During a early lunch

But you drop the phone

When you hear my voice

Leaving me with nothing

But the droning ambience

Of a lost call.

Perhaps you are still in bed

In the middle of a deep sleep

After a late

Late

Late night

Talking

I had forgotten you mentioning

With a few bottles of wine

At your friend Jane’s

And couldn’t be bothered

Staggering out of bed

To answer the phone,

Or maybe your Cat

Has instead of missing

The dressing table

After jumping from your bed

Has leaped over the suite

Onto the window

And knocked the phone flying

Cutting me off into oblivion.

 Perhaps it was a BT error

Or you are on the phone

To your mate, Steve

For one of your epic

Three or four hour calls

Which frequently has me thinking

What the hell

You could talk about

For so long

And is meant to feel minor

When Steve says he sometimes

Talk to one of your ex’s

All night long

Sometimes,

Or maybe you are rushing off

To the shop

Across the road

To pay your lottery ticket

Before rushing off

To your doctors

Then asda up the road

Before it closes

And really

Really

Could not be bothered

Answering my call

At least then.

Whatever reason

It still hasn’t clouded

Over my love

For you.

(NB. A Short Poem from a ebook of poems I wrote for my partner Cathy called ''Love Songs for Cathy V', of which a hard copy can be bought here - http://www.lulu.com/shop/andy-n/love-songs-for-cathy-v/paperback/product-21381711.html. I will welcomely send over a PDF of the book to anybody if interested free of charge. Email me on[email protected] or PM etc.)

Author's Note

I ring you in the usual way
During a early lunch
But you drop the phone
When you hear my voice
Leaving me with nothing
But the droning ambience
Of a lost call.

Perhaps you are still in bed
In the middle of a deep sleep
After a late

Late

Late night

Talking

I had forgotten you mentioning
With a few bottles of wine
At your friend Jane’s
And couldn’t be bothered
Staggering out of bed
To answer the phone,

Or maybe your Cat
Has instead of missing
The dressing table
After jumping from your bed
Has leaped over the suite
Onto the window
And knocked the phone flying
Cutting me off into oblivion.

Perhaps it was a BT error
Or you are on the phone
To your mate, Steve
For one of your epic
Three or four hour calls
Which frequently has me thinking
What the hell
You could talk about
For so long
And is meant to feel minor
When Steve says he sometimes
Talk to one of your ex’s
All night long
Sometimes,

Or maybe you are rushing off
To the shop
Across the road
To pay your lottery ticket
Before rushing off
To your doctors
Then asda up the road
Before it closes
And really
Really
Could not be bothered
Answering my call
At least then.

Whatever reason
It still hasn’t clouded
Over my love
For you.



(NB. A Short Poem from a ebook of poems I wrote for my partner Cathy called ''Love Songs for Cathy V', of which a hard copy can be bought here - http://www.lulu.com/shop/andy-n/love-songs-for-cathy-v/paperback/product-21381711.html. I will welcomely send over a PDF of the book to anybody if interested free of charge. Email me [email protected] or PM etc.)