Poem: Calls Nightly

Calls Nightly

He calls nightly, without fail,

‘Cept sometimes, but what the hell.

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I call him, on occasion,

Don’t talk long, curt evasion.

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My leisure he interrupts

When his Call Ringer erupts.

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Make time, his call is welcome.

When my turn, made feel lonesome.

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Like, call from me, not wanted.

Wish to call again daunted.

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Leaves relationship haunted

When his control is wonted.

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Why call nightly without fail

If cannot make time avail?

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When my call his plans abort

He tends to cut exchange short.

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Shall I cut him off next time

When interrupts interests mine?

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Not a course I choose to follow.

This act would leave me hollow.

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Rather he not call at all,

Except for ‘need to talk’ call.

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Then both would know importance.

Free to talk, would have balance.

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Keep it short, lest long have need,

So that hurt feelings will cede.

June Nash

What do you think of a man who calls nightly. . . well, most of the time.  He says he welcomes your calls, but. . . when you call he doesn’t have time to talk.   I have heard this complaint from friends and acquaintances through the years.  When was the last time it happened to you?  

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