By J.S.
Date: 30 November 1998

addiction three

so i sit with a phone
i sleep next to the phone
i wish the phone would ring
when it's mute and when it rings
i wish it were someone else
breathing on that other end
i wait with baited breath
and i wait with anticipation
my mind wanders while i wait
it runs through the words you spoke
on that phone, once
once, when you promised tomorrow
and i asked for nothing
you gave me what i wanted
twice, when i asked you to promise
and you promised nothing
i had to save my heart from the rack
three's a charm, i guess
and three's a crowd
three's company
three times i called
(i gave up on the fourth)
if you wanted me,
you would have been with me
and if it's not me, then it
must be
you
or that unidentified question mark
that hangs on your tongue
that rings the instant message box
no matter.  the bitterness is nothing
compared to my addiction to you.