I wish I could call you.
I wish you could hear my cries.
But you are lost.
When my friends call, only our other phone rings. But you, you are silent.
Was it something I said? Did your battery run out? I thought by getting two phones for my house I would be happy.
But now one of you is gone. We only have your brother, your friend, your package-mate. I have looked for you in between the seats of our couch. I have looked in Allie's bed. I have looked for you in our dishwasher. You are silent.
It's hard without you. With only one phone, we are never near the phone. We have to carry it with us, or else we will miss a call. It's sort of funny that the phone that has the alert on it so you can find it if you push the button on the base is not the phone that is lost.
Well, maybe it's not that funny. You are still lost.
I am starting to think that the other phone was getting jealous. Always using you, having you nearby. Maybe he put you in the DI bag, and now you are being sorted and sent to Chile. Now he has us all to himself.
He's sitting by me now, watching as I type. Watching, and waiting. Waiting for a call. A call he knows you aren't going to answer.
Because you are lost.
Come back phone. I miss you. Call me?
Monday, April 14, 2008
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2 comments:
"Tell me where it is, Hal!"
"I'm sorry, Dave. That's not possible."
Things were really breaking up in the last few weeks. I had to get away to figure some things out, you wouldn't understand. How do I stay relevant in this text & IM world? I am my own phone, not some duplicate you can beep and I come running...I AM AN INDIVIDUAL!
"IM" sorry that it has come to this. (Pardon the pun.) But this phone is a little too big for that small counter space. Why don't you beep me when you're in a bigger place? Word on the street is those plans are already in motion.
Tell #2 it's not you, it's me.
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