"deja entendu"

i call,
fumbling
words
say hello
ah, hey, yo
whats um
up? elaborately
explaining
my copy of
deja entendu
is somehow
um, erm
missing.
"maybe i
left it at
uh, um
your place,"
i say.
don't hang up,
please. just
humor me
i'm still
looking for
an(y) excuse
to hear
your
voice
you say
"no, dude.
it's not here."
click, i hear
and i put down
my cellphone.
the quiet things
that no one ever knows
plays through
my stereo