everytime the phone rings a sense of dread and misplaced hope

a break in silence

another intrusionary diversion

selling more unnecessary dreams, death and dismemberment of emotional dependency

do you ever wish you could hit that magic button and talk to the one you need to hear the most

a blank icon that reaches out to the unknown

one that never goes to voicemail

no idea who’ll answer that call

just that they are the one you need most at that moment

but all there is out there is another cigarette, another drink, another night of miserable silence

no magic in this emptiness

and still i dream of you

the scent of wildflowers in your hair and a sun touched smile made for only me

so when the phone rings i’ll answer it

maybe it’ll be you

and if it isn’t

i’ll keep on going until it is

one day it has to be

and that makes the whole thing continue to spin for another day