Every time I call her the result has always been one of the two revolving conclusions.
The phone would ring its heart out but no response, then straight to voice mail,
I don t believe in leaving messages or texting, nor writing on walls - I am old fashioned that way  
The other is - the cellular device is transmitting, my heart races while my thoughts push for her response
Then an erratic of marvels, like the Halley's Comet!
She speaks and my heart stops then begins again, as I witness stars at high noon while recovering;
But, it turns out I always seem to come calling at the most unfavorable of hours, today is no different
Inopportunely, she is otherwise engaged occupied with a work related emergency as always  
Creating obstacles preventing us from our very much overdue and profound conversations;
I love picking at her gorgeous brain and the things she transmits from her beautiful mind- we sync
She answers, I do my best not to fumble and mumble keeping up appearances I ask for some of her time
She declines politely blaming a colleague, due to blunder that took place in a different gallery / department – she sums it all up as a work fiasco in regard to an incorrect delivery, inaccurate client;
Conclusion: she needs to run damage control to minimize the fall out manage this disaster
That gallery those abstract paintings these Sculptures & sketches mixed with paint displayed on canvas  
these fine arts she spends hours staring in to which she makes sense of in her own way- they are her life
She promises to call back and begs for my pardon, her exuberance in that moment makes me hopeful;  
I have been waiting for that call back for little over a decade now, optimistically waiting for a phone call that will never come, in this life time.  
Like the Halley's Comet! Not in my life time.