As you could probably guess, this can be found in my book, "Seasons Come, People Grow: A Poetic Journey" (pages 63-64).
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.
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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