Sitting beside this lonely phone.
Jumping at each vibration sent through
Electric stimulation.
Thoughts of you cross my mind.
Ego taints the fingers that so desperately wants to pick up the phone and call you.
Knowing the knowledge of ill response.
I'm better to listen to the silence of the space your voice use to fill.
I'm better now.
Hearing your voice in thought.
At every vibration sent to my phone.
I jump almost every time with a grin stretched ear to ear
for it to vanish.
Soon to find.
That its not you
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