#73 special ringtone

Phone on the side table been charging since last two days,
empty with notifications and I'm longing for that special ringtone.

An argument going on inside my head,
either to make a phone call to someone miles away or I guess it's not the right time,
afraid it could turn to be a crime.
The exploitative love.
What's the rule for anyway?

In my apartment, in the corner of bland living room,
situated a piano.
Once in while I would play some tunes,
that take me back to places I unwillingly go,
while my right side of stool left blank.

I wonder what you've been up to these days?
I remember you left when we were playing a song halfway.
I only spend in my bed now waiting for a segue.
Occasionally falling asleep watching old videos on replay.

How many more years should I be in vain?
Let me flee this great misfortune.
I wake up alone again, in the middle of soundless noon.

This is not perfect at all I tell you,
because it was a perfect fairy tale until there came a malignant gale.
All that was left was dimmed hue.

I only able to ramble to myself on and on again about the beauty and grace,
the possibilities and what ifs.
Again, I am completely out of space.

On present, waiting for that special ringtone.