And Now Introducing..... POETRY!!!

I call on you
Like hearts call on hope.

The phone rings and in the interrupted silence
I wait
Tensed
Wondering... if you will pick up
Wondering if I have dialed in mistake.
Wondering why I have your number at all?

Life, I know
Is sometimes like this.
Uncertain
Unexplained
I hang up.
I decide that today
You will not be my confessor
My best friend.
Today you will be an acquaintence.
Just
'someone I used to know'.
I hang up.

But moments later
you call on me.
Proving an old adage true
And interrupt the silence by saying
"Hey
What's wrong?"

I say nothing because I have noticed
We are breathing in unision

And I am struck quite suddenly by the need
to
not
interrupt