Too Soon
March 11 2023
I waited by the phone.
But not too close,
because I wanted to appear indifferent
and planned to let it ring
several times, at least.
Too soon
to call myself.
Rushing in, after all
would betray my eagerness
neediness
desperation.
Desperation;
as in despair, loss of hope.
With only this thin electronic connection
to rescue me.
And when it did ring
-- snatching it up
before the first trill had decayed,
my mouth dry and tongue thick --
it turned out to be a wrong number.
The games we play.
The procrastination
calculation
and anxious waiting;
the clever tactics
fraught interactions
and after you's.
Or pick up the phone and call.
Because actions
speak louder than words.
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