There is this phone <br />which won't ring <br />settled there in my <br />heart crease. <br /> <br />Stubbornly silent <br />opaque <br />un-ringing. <br /> <br />I move it <br />hoping it to motivate; <br />I ignore it <br />thinking to placate <br />that Yearning <br />Agony <br />of not knowing; <br />why don't you call? <br /> <br />The phone is broken <br />or is it my heart? <br /> <br />The silence is leaden <br />or is it my anger? <br /> <br />The way it ignores me <br />feels like shame, <br /> <br />for something I did wrong. <br /> <br />Me and the phone. <br /> <br />Another Boy Friend <br />Gone <br />another crimson crease in my <br />self-beating heart.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-phone-3/
