Life goes only as far as you take it.

Sitting all by his lonesome,
Waiting for a call from
Anyone, anyone at all,
He can’t help
But become overwhelmed
With a sense
Of abandonment
Yet there it is, a ring
Finally, he
Picks it up to see
A familiar face thanks
To his caller I.D.
And I suppose
He wished they were more
Than just a familiarity
And in his anxiety,
He forgets completely
About answering
And eventually,
It stops ringing,
So on he waits.

- A Jacob Harrington Original