braintango

When I am waiting for your call I imagine all kinds of things you could be doing.

You could be on the train, underground with no service. You could be at a loud bar and you don’t hear your ring. You could be at the library, working late on a paper and your phone is turned off. I imagine you’re on the other line with your brother, and he’s really upset about some job he didn’t get and you’re consoling him. I imagine you’re napping after a long day or in the shower or a solo movie or somewhere out of reach. Anything that isn’t looking at my missed call and putting your phone away. Ring ring.

I spend a lot of time waiting for your call. “Talk to you soon,” you say. “Be done in an hour,” you say. “Call you later,” you say. I, equally as casual, reply…