Ridiculously waiting on these forlorn and dusty nights
Cantankerously staring at the phone- imploring it to implode
Fandangeringly impatient; for the computer is now off
Holding onto, grasping onto, grappling all the fragments of a comfort, now passing on.
Rubbing eyes in infuriation because i'm left on hold
Poem cut short
(for i'm walking out the door)