the phone rings in the night
a sound that feels like
a child's urgent tugging at a pant leg
it is stubborn and demands
acknowledgment

a stumbling from bed
a sleepy hello
a brief silence
another hello
another silence
deafening indecision

an intake of breath
the decision made
to speak

i miss you

the voice so familiar
breaks down your oft rebuilt
walls of resolution
you crumble
this voice still
breaks you down
shatters you to pieces
the sound of him
snaps you in two
jagged ends seeping
remembered desires

silence breathing
down your neck
urging you to speak
words jockey for position
trip each other up
fighting for the win

he comes to the rescue
and speaks for you

i see your face
i hear your laughter
i can feel you
i can smell you
i need you
i want you
i love you
i can't live without you
can i see you?

all the words you felt
but couldn't utter
won't utter
because they might undo
what's been done
and be the undoing
of the sharp decision
to sever
that cut you to pieces
in the first place
you force yourself to remember
you almost bled to death

standing on the shaky foundation
all that's left
of your crumbling resolve
the resonance of his voice
the exact frequency needed
to shatter your
paper thin glass resolution
you still yourself
with heart wrenching
determination
not to break again
this time

the steel of your determination
almost bending
with the heat of smeltered desire
caught in the searing waves
you remember what it feels like
to be burned

all you can draw
is a parched and pain filled whisper

please
i'm begging you
i've told you this before
you've got the wrong number...

you aren't who i'm looking for

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