• Have you ever waited, senses super charged,
    for the telephone to ring
    and, hope struck in your throat, prayed to hear
    the voice that caused your very soul to sing?

    Then. . . did you answer with a careless air
    to hide the eagerness that pains,
    only to find it wasted on someone wanting to know
    whether your roof leaks when it rains?

    And did you tremble when you turned away
    as devestation ravaged the bone
    and hatred boiled against the messenger
    that failed, the telephone.

    When he never called again,
    were you able to. . .
    discard the past, unite your heart,
    and love somebody new?