Please leave your name, number, and reason for calling, and I'll return your call promptly.

Mangled and torn,
I still ask for you.
It's your name,
that stumbled past my teeth.

It's you,
who will not come.
Yet I call,
and will continue to.

The sirens are loud,
and sound like your voice that night.
With bright lights above,
I feel empty and cold.

The continued silence
of my phone fills the air.
Hope grows weary,
and my cheeks are dried.

I see your hands,
reaching for me.
But they are not yours,
for they are gloved and cold.

Your warmth is not here,
and I am alone.