The phone rings
Stomach in knots
A butterfly's heaven
Palm sweats
As the voice cracks
Anticipation
Plagued by dark thoughts
The distance
Makes every phone call
Difficult to bear
Out of fear
Your mind races
Your heart paces
Deep down a sigh of relief
Is waited upon
With bated breath
Thoughts of death
Expelled
When the voice
On the other end of the line
Is one happy
And familiar in tone
A life lived like this
With the anticipation of bad news
Isn’t worth the breathe
Expelled every morning