A Phone Call Poem by Mustafa Khairallah

Sitting in my chair
Thinking about you
Didn't I really care?
No, but I din't know what to do
Thinking how to get you back
and if you missed me like I missed you
Must it be a white or a black?
Or in the grey hole our legs will screw
I held my phone
And thought of what to say
I heard the tone
Which reminded me of that day
when first we met
Oh my God! you were calling me
Fast beating, my heart did get
difficultly I pressed the key
To say just on sentence
'I missed you a lot'