one ring.
a click.
& my call
has been forwarded.
to where?
i don't care.
i just know
he doesn't want
to talk to me.
fine.
never mind then.

a/n: why do i still let him control me like this?

later a/n: Ah, I think it was an accident that he er forwarded it to his vm, maybe. But the poem was not!