"...............I try to gain control by displacing my device….
But its only in the other room….
….i leave the phone in my pocket cause I know its not ringing
Coat pocket that is….
But I want it
I leave the coat on the couch cause I’m chilling in the house
But I need my phone…..
I write a poem,
warm up by standing on the vent,
smoke a blunt,
walk the dogs
call a couple of my friends
When it all ends-
-I want to call him
Ask him how long will this foolish dance of lets not love each other continue
But I should I woman up
Allow the over to be done
Give up the ghost and the future, the possibility
If it was meant to be, it wouldn’t be so hard
Would it ?
I wanna call him
Talk for a short time, maybe say I just called to say hi,
I wonder if I could just call to say ….hi ?
I wanna text him
Three dots and nothing else just to see if he will react
I would what his reaction would be, but what if there isn’t one, what if this would be a shot in the dark interrupted by an ignore signal...
I wonder if he wondering if I’m wondering what he’s wondering
I wanna call him ................"