Ahem

Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring.
Click.
Ahem.
"Hello?" Sigh.
I rub my eyes.
My entire universe at this moment,
Is this squishy pillow,
Creaky mattress,
And the slowly spinning walls.
"Hi." He murmurs, voice crackling with the miles.
The room slams to a shaky stop.
My heart thumps loudly – once, twice.
The universe expands.
"Hi. What's up?" I mumble through sleep-numb lips.
"Just felt like talking."
Really.
After two and a half years?

The blankets shuffle – a cascading house of cards.
Ahem.
Sniff.
"Umm, it's five in the morning." I yawn.
Rustle.
"Oh. Right. Sorry. I forgot. It's eleven here."
"I know."
Cough.
Sigh.

Our lives tick-tock with the seconds as they drag.
The awkward pressure rising like molasses,
Crystallizing along the fishing line
That barely connects us in this moment.
I feel it bow and creak -
Rusty hinges on a swinging door.
"Listen I –
CRASH.
"Shit!" He hisses.
My pulse pounds.
"What happened? Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he spits. "Dropped my goddamn coffee mug."
"Oh."
Ahem.
Sniff.
"Listen, I bet you're really tired. Sorry I called. Bye."

The dead line beeps his dismissal,
And it's a slap;
Like the smash of his mug on the floor.
My half-snoring mind flutters helplessly
Over the last two minutes of my life.
Sigh.

It's way too early for this.

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NOTE: So in case you didn't notice, I was playing around with onomatopoeia - that was the whole point of this poem. And, for the record, this actually happened to me :P haha