Ring, Ring, Ring

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Ring, ring, ring!!

Someone is blowing up

My cell, but I'm busy,

So I decide that

I'll call them back.

Ring, ring, ring!!

That's strange,

Who would be calling me

This fine Sunday morning?

Perhaps that guy

I just started talking to.

Ring, ring, ring!!

He walks in,

A shadow from my past.

"Hey you," I say,

It's been a while,

I think, still looking good.

Ring, ring, ring!!

"What's wrong with my phone?

The phone wasn't ringing.

Oh, you mean my cell."

Ring, ring, ring!!

I give him

The answer to

His work related question.

Next customer.

Ring, ring, ring!!

He's gone,

I'm unsettled

But I try to act

Normal, cool even.

Ring, ring, ring!!

Three missed calls.

It wasn't like

I was going out of my way

To hurt him, but the way

He searched my face

For some semblance

Of malice got me

To thinking.

Thinking of all the times

I would answer.

Did they subconsciously matter

To him? and the three times

I didn't left him unsure.

It's not like

I was in his life

And he was in mine,

Not like we were

Lovers or friends,

More like acquaintances,

Associates, nothing more.

Then it dawns on me,

An epiphany bitch slapping me,

This cell, which I paid for,

Is mine and that means

I decide whose calls

I answer, I decide

Who I let into my consciousness,

My day, my life.

This little device

Is one more way

I can keep unhappiness,

Insecurity at bay,

Just through the simple act

Of pressing the ignore button.

So when my cell goes

Ring, ring, ring,

And I see it's him,

I'll let it

Ring, ring, ring

Because it's time

We both moved on

And I am looking for

A different kind of ring.