calling...

Another ring

No it’s not the door

It’s the cell that beeps for a second and more

The screen flashes ‘2 missed call’

After a minute or five, 6 or 7...the calls roll

A guilty eagerness, lack of confidence

The other side story is pretty much in evidence

You fight for courage, return the calls back

Endless ringing, followed by a sharp snap

Setting the ego aside, u hit the dial again

A long time ringing, greeted by silence

Exchange of breaths, possibly silent words

Followed by a voice, husky…abashed

“It’s me”. The two words make you smirk

Period.

What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around

 “Sorry” the voice sings in

After such a long time, it feels like a useless fling

Don’t want to think about it

Don’t want to talk about it

I’m just so sick about it

Lips puckered, a toxic distaste

Long path traveled, far from repent ‘n’ regret

No goose bump or tremor this time,

     Just the sheer indifference

Possibly a sadistic pleasure, possibly nonchalance.