Can We Try Again?

I tried calling this morning, all I got was the operator’s voice telling me to try again. I’ve been calling the same even digits for year, oh the conversations we have had long, short some never saying a mumbling word, but oh the sounds of our hearts that resonated across the lines of our hearts.

Through the wire we shared the hopes of a better tomorrow. Words were often exchanged over dead air. Somewhere along the lines of our information superhighway the signals got crossed. We were still speaking but now it was a words that were spat as a symphony of silent words and sounds that went across deaf ears.

Oh the war of words being fought in our minds, were actually being fought in the silence of our empty phone calls.

I always question your motives am I hearing the correct message, is my ego overbearing the thoughts of grandeur that I should be hearing,  do I even listen to your opinion, or take my own advice. Am I loathing in doubt, am I not listing to the operators voice when I call?

 I have the wrong number!

I should recalculate my steps, rewrite my thoughts, and gather myself. Is it a stopped payment on a check I once wrote, a payment of ill-fated words I spoke that led to the new number? Did I grace your wondrous mind with my missteps?  

Can we try again?

I tried calling you this morning and the operator told me to try again, and try again I did…