Honestly

The phone rings

Though I hesitate I reluctantly answer

She’s crying

I could say am sorry but I choose not to lie to her

Her words are muffled as she speaks

She’s upset

Cause earlier over the Motorola I told her I could not be her lover

She thought we had punch drunk love

But this boy was sober

“What’s the meaning of this?” She exclaimed

Calling me a dog, a user and other alternative names.

I could be honest an say,

“I prefer to hear the silence within the nothingness

Before the plate hits the floor

Before your lungs take breath and lips form words once more”

But I’ve tried that

And realized that

It all makes no sense.

There is an absence of evidence

My efforts of talking and listening had any relevance

Seriously, what’s the point of living like zombies?

With a face of poker

Then every time I come around you give me the cold shoulder.

Yet I responded

Replied to the point

Calmly as I always do

“Baby, you won’t understand, it’s me not you”