Missed Calls

Missed calls, where do they live in peace Away from memory they lay On desert lands of west and east They ring sometimes, as if to say We’re here, though nobody knows About them, and no one cares If they exist, missed calls have souls Each ping had hope if you were there To pick a call and say hello To hear someone’s how are you Missed calls are wise, I think they know The words unsaid are not less true.