Fleeting Ring Tone

Trembling hands arrested the note,
a molded division of folds
separating the ten digit lifeline.
Footholds swell in a gravel pit
of weathered stones beside
carved ivory columns giving gesture
to support the nervous breakdown.
Temptation whispers steadily…

“Breathe and wait no longer.”

A beat of silence than digital decay erupted,
a repetition of three before words spoke
unrecognized and old with age.
Once more by request, before blackout,
identity confirmed in backdrop static
revealing truth in distance.

                “Is it on?” – said she.

Bothered conversation flicker out,
the psychosis state of mind
echoed transmissions, emitting
excuses of the forgotten reply.
A will of nuisance engraved
without question, disregard love,
a vile of deafening commotion
hastily submitted for happiness.

”Denial will set in.”

Forget what was said,
life was better…                

                Call End
                  12:53