You play me with your words.
With murky sentiments and darker intentions
you purr seductively
in that husky, unreal voice of yours
and I feel your breath on my neck
though you’re at the far end of a late late call.
You chat for the length of a cigarette,
telling me about the trivia
that made up your day –
the noodles you ate and the colleague you hate,
while I slip into a hungry silence
held up with nods and sighs
and sounds that can’t be spelt,
till all of me is one large empty ear
waiting unabashedly for what I really,
really want you to say.
But you never do.
And I’m still listening…
