the other line

she  listened to

the cd bought by you

two birthdays ago,

classic love songs,

phone cradled by her mouth

waiting

to hear a real human

not the automated response

only the real voice had come

masked by the music,

a thousand miles away

in a call center ,

he heard her breathing

murmur of lyrics

as she sang,

his phone did not move

from his ear,

waiting to speak

too afraid to lose

the connection,

waited for her to speak first

 

Charles Bukowski – Last Straw

Charles Bukowski one of his last readings in 1980