And the phone rings

And the phone rings Your name splashed across my screen I answer but you are not there Were you ever? A thousand times my hand has hovered Balanced over your number Torn between wanting Knowing what will happen Clinking glasses, muffled voices Straining, to hear you again Waiting, wanting, hoping But it’s too late Too late to be calling me Another reckless accident The definition of us A fitting epitaph in echo Then ended, so you know I delete the number, again So it can’t be me It never was me.