"I guess I'll talk to you later then."
"Good-bye."
"Bye-Bye."
I wait.
Until I hear the click.
This is how it always ends.
Why is it
that when you're making plans
I'm glued to the receiver
thoughtful in the static
Motionless
then guilt stricken and uneasy
I click
You'll never know,
I'll briefly wait in your pocket
everytime
Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 5:18 PM UTC
"I guess I'll talk to you later then."
"Good-bye."
"Bye-Bye."
I wait.
Until I hear the click.
This is how it always ends.
Why is it
that when you're making plans
I'm glued to the receiver
thoughtful in the static
Motionless
then guilt stricken and uneasy
I click
You'll never know,
I'll briefly wait in your pocket
everytime
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