I called you, because you made
me promise to call you.
Your phone just
rang and rang.
I was finally offered your voice
mail. Left a message asking
you to call me
when you got a chance.
I(i) called you every other day;
then twice a month;
and then only once a month
for the last few months.
i gave up trying to reach you by phone;
felt your promise to get
together later was a farce; and
felt the fool for trying to contact you.
i saw you in the coffee house
with some other people.
You made a big deal about seeing me;
came over to me and talked in fluent
animation; and you asked why
I hadn’t called you.
You made a big deal, loud, making sure
i was dialing the right number.
It was, there was no mistake on my part.
You didn’t ask anything about me or my number.
You made a big show, in your
language of fluent animation,
of us getting together in the future.
You told me to call you, with the whole
thumb and finger hand signal.
i(I) deleted your number.
I didn’t call you.
I never saw you again.
No loss.
