No Loss

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.