Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring.
I rub my eyes.
My entire universe at this moment,
Is this squishy pillow,
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."
After two and a half years?
The blankets shuffle – a cascading house of cards.
"Umm, it's five in the morning." I yawn.
"Oh. Right. Sorry. I forgot. It's eleven here."
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 –
"Shit!" He hisses.
My pulse pounds.
"What happened? Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he spits. "Dropped my goddamn coffee mug."
"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.
It's way too early for this.
...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