I dial your number and pause In the moment before the moment.
In an instant, you are not just a memory, a regret, a thousand miles a way You are with me in the car, parked in a lot. The spotlight hits me and I turn on.
Hello! (as if I’m surprised to hear voice) How are you? (like I really care) Guess what! (as if my brief reappearance in your life is the best news you’ve ever heard)
Rain spits on my windshield as I laugh with you A suave performance to meant to pass as reality. I savor the sound of your voice Caught off guard And cringe at the pauses The stiff formalities and cold distance.
I dance in circles on the phone An artificial, plastic caricature Synthetic nonchalance tightly orchestrated Still contorting myself to impress you.