I wait for your call. <br /> <br />The unwatched kettle boils <br />itself dry <br />bottom burnt black. <br /> <br />The hands of the clock <br />pass the hours to each other <br />so incredibly slow l y. <br /> <br />Your call awaits me. <br /> <br />The phone rings. <br /> <br />And...an excited woman's voice <br />tells me of the exciting things she'll do to me <br />when I get home to bed <br /> <br />...if my name were only: Fred. <br /> <br />Embarassed(both) <br />the wrong number hangs up. <br /> <br />I await your call. <br /> <br />The phone looks <br />startled <br /> <br />almost jumps off <br />the hook <br /> <br />as some stupid jerk <br />tries to sell me something <br />I don't want. <br /> <br />I tell him <br />to go forth <br />& multiply or <br />words to that effect. <br /> <br />Waiting upon your call <br /> <br />I go & pee <br />watching the phone all the way from the bathroom <br />when suddenly it rings...I...wet my knee. <br /> <br />Damn! It's someone I <br />don't know who wants to know <br />if Mary Jane still lives there <br />'Oh no...where did she go? ' <br />(I don't care...don't know!) <br />'And when did she go...? ' <br />(I don't know...I don't care!) <br /> <br />'Please...please...just go <br />away! ' <br /> <br />For God's sake! <br /> <br /> <br />I slam the phone down <br />(almost crying) . <br /> <br />I wish aloud <br />'Please...no more calls! ' <br /> <br />And get my wish. <br /> <br />No one calls <br />all the rest of the night <br />...rest of the week. <br /> <br />No one. <br />Not even you. <br /> <br />I listen to <br />our row <br /> <br />caught by mistake <br />on tape <br /> <br />as the tape <br />played itself out <br /> <br />whilst recording something else. <br /> <br />On tape I hear <br />you cry. <br /> <br />I cry now. <br /> <br />Hear your voice. <br /> <br />Imagine your face. <br /> <br />Waiting for the call <br /> <br />...that never comes.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-never-comes/
