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Phone Inhibitions


I decided that I would call you 3 days ago. 


You know I don't like to talk on the phone

but I don't think you know the reason. 


I don't understand it. 


Every time I would pick up it up,

Panic began to infect my fingertips when

your name was set to make the call;

Quickly it had spread to my heart that beat as

if the dial-tone would signal certain death.

I put it off for another ten minutes till 

it was tomorrow again today.


And I'm terribly upset with myself, darling

I'm awfully disappointed that it happened again.

I fear in frustration that you will mistake my silence for neglect.


I miss your voice.

I just get so nervous I can't speak. 


I am desperate for the day

when fear finally quits my desire.  

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