"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