Just a Phone Call Away (draft)

You lean close and question, are you ok?

The first time you've asked in over a week

I'm quite fine i lie, and turn away

I feel bruised and ignored, i don't want to speak

I'm here if you need me, you quietly say

I look through you and ask you politely to leave

So i'm left alone, for another day

You can no longer offer the comfort i seek

[reconfiguration of previous poem written 2003]