The telephone stays silent as if in accusation,
I felt sure you would ring to see how I was,
But you didn’t. Disappointment spreads
Through me like a canker, a corruption
Of soft flesh, warm red blood, silky hair
Leaving the empty husk, like a black hole.
Existing and yet not existing, seen but not
Heard in the silence of space where time
Invades like an alien captain with his
Storm troopers. Boots thudding in a
Marching formation, left, right, left
Right, thud, thud of boots like a heartbeat.
Pulsing at my temples and still you don’t ring.
A watched phone never rings; so I find
Things to do, to take my mind off it’s not
Ringing. I stare at it as if by staring I can
Cause its burst into life, instead it sits
In accusatory silence. No call today, no
Talking, no message, no enquiry, nothing!
© Carolina de la Cruz – 13th April 2012