His* thoughts concerned none other,
but of her – her irrational anger.
directed at him for no real matter,
for committing an honest mistake; like it was ******.

She called,
but didn't listen.
She hung up,
without even asking
what really happened.

                       Now he's crying.
                       His being is,
                       no tears are flowing
                       from his eyes
                       for they were barren
                       An empty vessel,
                       he needed loving.
                       But what he got?
                          A message saying. . .
                                                            ­                     *   ~
                                   ­                             *Goodnight, I'm sleeping.
                                                       ­          let's talk some other time.
                                                           ­      I'm tired from working.
                                                       ­                         **   ~