Plastic

Afraid to speak, I tried to call you.
I could hear the tinny vibration
filling your empty room. It slunk
between the pads of your sofa
sinking asleep against
my best blue skirt abandoned there.

I want you. There. I've said it.
Murmuring grimly against the phone
I allow the words to dawdle dangerously,
to corrupt, to decay
before dropping away
one by one
like spoiled saccharine tablets,
sweetening the silence created by our unimportance.