He says, <br />'I'll call you back.' <br />The line's dead before <br />the 'o' reaches 'k'. <br />I feel shifty, <br />irritated. <br />A thousand things <br />blur past <br />my suspicious mind. <br />The thoughts give <br />shape to a woman. <br />Before i can scold <br />my insecurities away, <br />the phone rings; <br />'i missed you beautiful..', <br />he says.<br /><br />arundhati sinha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-says-i-ll-call/
