Operator, Would You Help Me Make This Call?
Why can’t I dial the last number?
I have tried to call you all day
but my finger just won’t
push that 2.
You won’t answer.
But I have to try.
To tell you what?
Why do I feel the need to call?
To apologize
for showing honest emotion?
To hear your voice –
so I can deny once more
why I was upset in the first place?
Or just to know we’re both alive…
Copyright © Dawn Mungovan | Year Posted 2005
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