I pick up the phone.
I dial your number.
And I wait for the message
That says the real you
Will call me later.
I don’t leave my name.
I don’t leave my number.
The real you has already left me.
Later
I pick up the phone.
I dial your number.
And I wait, knowing that if
The real you picked up the phone
I’d hang up.
In the meantime
I just wait in hope
Of the answerphone
Which tells me in your real voice
That if I’d like to
You will call me later.
A trite game.
Trudie Shannon
