My phone stares back at me
Wonderin within at me, maybe.
I could just reach easily for it
And dial you up in a blink
Yet i stall, hands thrust half-way
With my cell locked in my gaze
The clock ticks on mindless
Till my fear tucks my effort away
I want to call you,
Quickly
Yet i can't seem to,
Easily.
Beads of sweat spot my anxiety
With my intent cooling off quickly
At the thought you might not pick
Or reject it worse still
For i have wronged you greatly
And must bear Guilt's overwhelming weight.
Yet i want to call you
Wistful wishing you'd want to talk too
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