Dead silence

Your words are few on the phone
They never fit the conversation
And when you try to answer my questions
I receive no great amount of elaboration


I’m not calling you a liar.
I’m not calling you to fight.
But perhaps if we just stopped calling
I would feel better for one night.

My words fill your ears
While my own are the only ones that feel my head.
Am I talking to a wall today?
Or simply speaking over what you have to say.

I must admit I’m stumped
My thoughts are slowly running dry
Soon I will start to annoy you
And the thought of that could kill me.

The conversation is dead
Minutes before I hear the phone click
It’s a painful kind of feeling
That hours later loves to still stick.


Are you  listening or simply playing another game
Would you notice if I hung up?
Would I still bore you then?

Well I guess it doesn’t matter
Our twenty minutes have come to an end
Hey are you there?
Well then goodbye my friend…
-*- Click-*-