Sitting
Waiting
Sitting
And waiting

For the phone to ring off it’s little bright red hook
With your call, the one where you’ll tell me you’re sorry
You’ve realized the error of your ways
You never want to have a taste of her again

It doesn’t ring, it stays decidedly quiet
But I somehow know in just another moment
The blaring screech will fill my room
The moment passes, and then another and another and

The silence flares up around me, a disturbing green color
That presses into me like I’m stuck in a Disney blow up castle, the ones at the fair
And I’ve sat and waited for too long, it’s dark, everyone else has gone home
With their plush blue dog prizes, their pink cotton candy fluff stuck to pinker lips
So the workers let out the air, not knowing, or maybe just not caring that I’m still inside
But I can’t leave and I stay seated, right below Prince Eric slaying the Sea Witch
Being crushed by the silence that is this childish fantasy wonderland

It won’t ring, why won’t it ring?
I check the cord- no, still attached
And the digital scream is blaringly absent; the missing presence is so obvious
I think it hurts me a little
Because now there’s a pain in my chest caused by
This quiet, this deafening non-screaming
That lays bloated and angry
Between you
And I