Poetry / Secrets the Phone Knows

How dare I have the heart to call you,

but not the courage to say what I've wanted to say what I mean?

And these things traversing through my mind give a subtle reminder of why I don't die now...

Yes, I've been dead for quite some time,

save that moment when -

the exception and -

it was ruined.

You breathed life into me, gsve me fulfillmet;

reminded me of what joy meant, but here is the regret.

You were no fool, just within your heart true.

I was a coward, and to this day it's something I rue.

I've been left with nothing but doubts and questions.

I fear finding the truth:

Is she there; and if so,

Is she good to you?

Better than me and my love benign?

Here it goes, hopefully that last time that begin dialing;

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