I’ve been calling you all of my days long, searching through the 66 books of this phone for years. Oh the conversations we had, long, short, some without saying a mumbling word, but the sounds of my heart resonated across the lines of communication.
Through the frayed wire we shared hopes of a better tomorrow. Words were exchanged over the dead air of a dropped call. Somewhere along the way of the information superhighway I lost the Wi-Fi signal in the subway tunnel vision of life. The tracks and signals got crossed I boarded other trains; I lost your SAVED number changing my phone too many times.
We still speak to this day but I am sometimes confused because I do not trust the network, or feel appreciative of my service provider. I am empty without you, the words are spat over a symphony of silent arguments, wars fought in my mind, disobeying the message that you leave on my answering machine, or the words you write in my in box,
I treat them as spam.
How do you have an empty phone conversation? More talking than listening is not a conversation, its me ignoring your empty words! I question your motives, am I hearing the correct message, or am I automatically correcting the message, tinkering with perfection, adding my own Oprah approach to your proven method?
Am I loathing in doubt, not listening to the operator’s voice, not depositing my tithe of 50 cents to get patched through?
If I could reverse the sounds of my complaints and demands, rewrite my thoughts, proofread my ideas, stop payments on a bounced thought checks, take back the devious words I talked to you tearing your heart apart?
God can we try again?
I tried praying today, I didn’t feel a connection to the network, I know your reliability, you have been proven to be the best 5 bars, the network is never down, I’ve improperly used my phone. Did you move on to someone else, am I too late…