Sitting On Hold Poem by Kewayne Wadley

the moments they share are few and in between.
the moments crawl by as their shadows stretch.
they've talked about their issues, she says okay.
dry, unenthusiastic. her answer still the same.
when the phone rings he answers to say hey.
Everything he values put on hold.
He feels his happiness slip through the phone
to replace what energy she has given her attention to.
he confronts her about this.
Shortly after she pauses before saying hello.
"Your company must've left? "- trying to hide his frustration.
Their shadows stretch a bit further from each other.
her mind drifts, changing the subject.
Playfully - "They just dropped by. That was out of my control."
attentive to anyone and anything around.
she holds the phone. refusing to hang up.
Giving him 1/3 of the attention she's given to everyone else.
he tries to get back to what he is doing.
Unable to concentrate, or continue the conversations
That goes on in his world.
She laughs and yells out "hold on, my friend girl
just sent me a message."
He sighs.
though he is there, physically he is not.
he has laid the phone down and walked away.
casual silence cannot fix what needs to be fixed