Ring

• 03/26/2007
• One-minute read

The phone it rings and it isn’t you.
I say have a nice day, but it isn’t true.

Call after call, I listen and I speak.

Questions you have and I answer weak.

You raise your voice and I talk calm.
I shake my head with the phone in my palm.

Staying and waiting till the door I’ll lock.
My head drops and I watch the clock.

Hello’s, Goodbye’s, I mean no pun.
If work at all, now my job is done.

I’m going home with no strength to rejoice.
I don’t want to see you or know you, to me you’re just a voice.