The Silent Phone

The phone is on.
Is something wrong?
I grab the smooth plastic.
I stare at the screen.
It's blackness looks back.
What does silence mean?

Tick, beats my heart.
Tock, ticks the clock.
Was my message sent on track?
Was my answer stopped?

Suspended, waiting.
Nervous pacing.

Ring!
Please!
My eyes are squeezing
tears of worry.

Ring!
And save me, my love.
Do you love me?

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.