Phones

I got sick of waiting by the phone
So I called you first
I heard it ringing across the phone lines
Rang once, rang twice, a third time
I waited for the “hello”
The “hey, how are you?”
But that fourth ring came just the same
I checked for a wrong number
And called again
First ring, second ring, third ring
Held my breath
Did the illegal—hoping
Rang for the last time
Slammed the phone down
Shoved the directory away
Wondered if you had caller ID
I didn’t even have anything to say
Didn’t even have a plan
All I had wanted
Was to hear your voice
I couldn’t wait until tomorrow
When I’d see you—too many times
But I wanted to hear you breath
I wanted to hear you
Wanted to know you, inside and out
No, I didn’t even have a plan
Just rushed into it—rushed into you
Just wanted to hear you talking to me
I never have a plan
I am spontaneous
And you are a list
Some might say boring
But I say fascinating
I will never know all your layers
All your curves and cracks and lines
You are exotic—is this love?