Dial tones

It never chimed at midnight
it never chimed at two
it seemed
the old clock in the hallway
was through.

I saw the Sun rise
and watched her
blue eyes
watching me
I saw the shadows
elongate
stretching to get free,

The phone became a highway
talking shit and stuff
which I did my way,
pretending that the only way
was the way it had to go,

and in the end
I didn’t look to see
that the eyes
I thought were watching me
were watching me at all.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.