There is a phone in my hand,
black and square and shining,
and I wonder if this means it's the end.

My grandmother always said that you would do
anything for the ones you love.
She knew you well, she did,
and now, I wonder if the absence of you is
supposed to be my sign.
It's easy for her to talk about love.
(Her husband crossed the ocean to tell her
how much he needed her.)

So what does it mean when the one you love
won't even pick up the phone and
call you?

I know what it means,
but I still think of your voice through the receiver
and wait.