The Busy Signal

Telephone Keypad

Telephone Keypad (Photo credit: Chris Campbell)

Half past ten
Dark morning
Lingering over coffee
My hand strays
Silently prays
Again and again
In barely hidden
Bleak despair
For once again
Again it’s there
The busy signal

I said I’d call
You said you’d be
Waiting by your phone
To answer me
Each time I try
Reveals the lie
For once again
Again it’s there
The busy signal

Perhaps you mean
To make a point
So I understand
Your time’s not yours
So popular
What it is to be
So in demand
Instead it’s pain
You give, no more
For once again
Again it’s there
The busy signal

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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9 Responses to The Busy Signal

  1. Wow! Love this!! Great work, Sis. How frustrating the lies can be and trying to fit into someone’s life that you love that just won’t make the time. Well done!! 🙂 xxxx

  2. howanxious says:

    That busy signal might ruin relationships… Interesting write.

  3. Brian Hughes says:

    You should check his Facebook page instead…

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