Who can I call, who can I call?
I press a random button on my phone to check for a text notification: None.
A speck of sadness hardens to a pinch of feeling unwanted.
I scroll thru my list of contacts, twice, looking for someone to fill my time. I can
only find entertainment as I tight rope on the line of communication.
So in person, I flutter from conversation to conversation, delightfully balancing on each line.
New lines are fresh and thin, oh what a challenge!
Older lines are broader and have a different type of thrill.
Cutting lines is a concept I might be too familiar with. As I get ready to get on each new line, I’m not sure if I’m going thru a mass search for one with the right bounce to it or if I’m just filling my well for affection with the string.
Maybe I need to be looking for something else.