Long-Distance (a poem from my book, Seasons Come, People Grow)

I give you a call,
Expecting nothing,
The phone rings constantly,
No one answering,

Only time I hear your voice is on the machine,
I contemplate leaving a message,
Pessimistic of getting a call back,
Frustrated of the inequitous effort,

I dial your number,
A busy signal comes up,
Discovering that you were certainly home,
Just had no need nor desire to talk,

No matter how many times I call,
There is no getting through,
You seem so distant and far away,
Even though I lay right beside you.

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