On Waiting

I sit by the phone
every evening
until I hear that ring,
the one I set
just for you

Some nights I hear it,
an oasis in the dull,
but other nights
there are no incoming calls

Why won't you call?
Was it something I said?

If it was,
I didn't mean to say
anything
I didn't mean to do
anything

I just want to go back to the old us

Written 3/6/06. For my Miche; why don't you call?