There’s about thirty seconds. You’ve— no— I’ve got thirty seconds. It’s a to countdown to failure.
I dial you up but I won’t even put it to my ear because I already know what’s coming. After the clear ringing resounds in the air ten times I’m ready to give up. I’m certain you hear it. You’ve just decided to ignore me, to punish me. I’ll give it one more try. Three seconds go by and I’m shocked when there’s a click. Have you picked up?! No it’s that robotic woman again telling me you don’t have time for me. A wave of disappointment washes over my entire being. Or is it relief? I can’t tell the difference anymore. Im caught up thinking about which one i prefer but my thoughts return to you.
I’m sure what would’ve happened if things had gone differently would have left a sour taste in your mouth. You must’ve foreseen my intention. A phone call to you would be a sweet release, the one I’ve needed for a while now. I guess I’ll just have to do without.