After the third ring I pick up
and turn the earpiece up
in case you don’t speak up.
I talk first, to infect you
with my warmed heart.
You say whatever you’re saying
and I spice my responses with ‘baby’
My phone is harder pressed
to the ear, keen to catch every phrase
because the ‘sorry?’s piss me off too.
I listen.
I listen.
I catch on to your mood,
having given up mine for your good.
Soon its over. Four minutes so far
and my back is back on the sofa,
My face jovial,
the volume to your favorite song
turned up on Jet Audio...