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She talks to you.
She on one side of the phone,
Unaware, uncaring
Of who else is on the other,
Like the windows
In interrogation.
Carefree, unknowing
Each time she picks up,
Each time she dials
To hear your voice,
To touch you through space.
I am there to know
To see, to care.
You tell me when she calls.
You say, "She called yesterday."
When I ask,
"Have you heard from her?
"Has she called?"
Has she taken your children
For hot dogs,
Just to be in the same aura
As you,
Not knowing, not aware
That each time she invades,
Each time she intrudes,
Brings us closer
And farther from her?
You reaffirm our committment,
Our love grows more deep,
As you try to tell her
Its over, move on
In your kind and gentle voice,
Still reflecting
The love you once felt.
My patience wears thin
As she finds reasons to call.
The light on the heater,
Now how does it go?
"Just tell her its a wrong number,"
She tells you to say,
And says you lead her on,
Still seem to care.
And you ask, "Is it true?"
And he says, "No, its not so."
But you hear in his voice,
The soft hello when he knows
Her voice is there
On the other side.