A poem about sending a message, pt 2.

Her lips pressed into the pay-phone,
Hopeful as she heard it ring-
Who was on the other line,
listening to their phone sing?

She waited for an answer,
Or at least an answering machine-
But the other line stayed silent
(Though she claims she heard breathing).

She called once more,
and then again, waiting for a noise.
But it seemed no matter how many quarters she spent,
the other line would not reveal their voice.


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