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
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