Every few seconds it reminds me of you.
Torturing me with messages that you should’ve sent
To say you’re sorry, and hadn’t really meant.
Instead, it accuses me with a stare of silence,
Piling up my guilt, and pleading a case of innocence.
And, when it does ring, I rush to answer the call
But, instead of you, I hear the auto-dialer’s bawl.
How I wish that both you and the cell phone
Would wisen up and realize that I actually like your drone.
Sometimes, I might pretend to be bored with it all,
And, sometimes both of you really drive me up the wall!
But, when that does happen, can you not be quiet and loving,
Can’t you smile and try a hug, instead of justifying all the arguing?
If we can cut out the drama, and, listen better to Love’s demand,
Life would be peaceful, and, we can walk along, hand in hand.