Phone Call

Anticipation follows the abrupt vibration with your name on screen,

"Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?" in slow ring.

For seconds, my mind shut blankly staring,

Then the ring worn out, missed the call for nothing.

Minutes to think and clear the mind off oblivion,

My fingers tapped "Why'd you call?" for reason,

It was a long silent moment of again, anticipation.

Then rings.

Then dreams.

Then woke up and slid my finger on screen.

Hello?

Without an idea what words would follow.

Only your voice made sense, then I fall,

With all the care you said before ending the call.

It was a goodbye that sank through my very soul,

But still a goodbye, a farewell after all.