Deep Dish Peach Cobbler Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why would anyone think,
Someone's presence missed.
Can compare to the missing,
Of one suddenly craving...
For the taste of a deep dish,
Peach cobbler?
More thought about,
Than the repeated ringing...
Of a telephone.
To pick the receiver up.
Stopping the aggrevation.

And...
Wanted so bad if asked,
What is missed more?
Someone missed,
To have not seen for years?
Or that taste to have again,
For a deep dish peach cobbler?
Had just a week ago.

If the mention of that cobbler,
Gets one up to quickly dress...
To ask where,
That peach cobbler is.
The question to ask,
What that person...
Misses more?
Has been answered.

And...
They don't seem to be,
Embarrassed at all.
If someone is awaiting,
For an explanation.
That does not come.
Or it to hear!

'Hello?
What's going on?
I hear you breathing.
I'm still here on the phone.
I'll give you another clue,
As to who this is.'

'Where is it.
I can't wait.
You have no idea,
How long it has been! '

'Where...
Is what? '

'Do not...
Play with me.
You got that? !
Now...
I heard you.
You mentioned peach cobbler.
Who is this and where is it? '

'Goodness, calm down.
I know,
That is your favorite dessert.
But geeessshhh!
I was just teasing you.
Now...
Guess who this is!
I'll give you a...
Hello?
HELLO? ?
I know...
I am not listening,
To a dial tone!
HELLO? ! '