dropped phone call (from new love poetry e book - love songs for cathy v)

I ring you in the usual way

During a early lunch

But you drop the phone

When you hear my voice

Leaving me with nothing

But the droning ambience

Of a lost call.

Perhaps you are still in bed

In the middle of a deep sleep

After a late

Late

Late night

Talking

I had forgotten you mentioning

With a few bottles of wine

At your friend Jane’s

And couldn’t be bothered

Staggering out of bed

To answer the phone,

Or maybe your Cat

Has instead of missing

The dressing table

After jumping from your bed

Has leaped over the suite

Onto the window

And knocked the phone flying

Cutting me off into oblivion.

 Perhaps it was a BT error

Or you are on the phone

To your mate, Steve

For one of your epic

Three or four hour calls

Which frequently has me thinking

What the hell

You could talk about

For so long

And is meant to feel minor

When Steve says he sometimes

Talk to one of your ex’s

All night long

Sometimes,

Or maybe you are rushing off

To the shop

Across the road

To pay your lottery ticket

Before rushing off

To your doctors

Then asda up the road

Before it closes

And really

Really

Could not be bothered

Answering my call

At least then.

Whatever reason

It still hasn’t clouded

Over my love

For you.

(NB. A Short Poem from a ebook of poems I wrote for my partner Cathy called ''Love Songs for Cathy V', of which a hard copy can be bought here - http://www.lulu.com/shop/andy-n/love-songs-for-cathy-v/paperback/product-21381711.html. I will welcomely send over a PDF of the book to anybody if interested free of charge. Email me onaen1mpo@yahoo.co.uk or PM etc.)