Doubting Hello

He still hasn't called, I check the dial tone again sure enough, it's still there buzzing alone without conversation It's unbearably obvious that I mistook our chats as a sign of tenderness and not what they really were, me listening wistfully to those false I miss you's and forging them into more than words into what my heart engraved them to be, truth mixed with love My ears have become restless with their constant waiting and I am completely engrossed in a wave of impatience, the kind that nauseates over time and my belly is churning with anxiety, a slew of mystical butterflies flitter around enthusiastically beneath this shell of frowning tolerance The phone rings, it's him but I don't answer