My temper flares, I send red signals fuelling

Into the already closing sky. A degree hotter,

For every second of our time that I'm wasting.

I could be charming, I know I'm adorable

And all I have to do is talk. With words, not

Mumbles of half-intelligent answers and

Unfriendly, unbendable sighs. I have no idea

What it's like on the other side, where you threaten

To stuff receivers with "Appy Fizz". And yet

You prefer it to silence, to my not being there

At all, and the one-sided conversation ensues.