the telephone feels foreign in my hands
when you call
your calls always come without notice
without fail though
once every 3 months
never more
sometimes less
and i have come to expect
nothing
and be happy with what i can get
your attention is devoured
enamored i am by your instability
what the **** is that with me?
i laugh and simply shake my head
because there is nothing simple about
lost love
or heartbreak
or letting go
and girl, i've let go months ago
but you keep your hook
left cleft
embedded in my lip
and you won't fully
let it roll