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.