#13 The phone rings

The phone rings

and I have to tie myself down.

I am used to lunging off

my butt, tottering

into the kitchen to answer it.

When the phone rings

it is never for me

anymore. I can hear

the phone ringing an hour

away and I know it is for you.

I want the phone to ring here,

but am relieved when

it does not, because I wouldn't

know what to say to you.

Anyway, now I have to

spend my time making new

excuses about why nothing

ever gets done, now. Maybe I can

say that my mind is going;

I barely remember you

and I as what we used

to be, now. I don't, anymore.