Waiting at the Phone
Waiting at the phone, hesitant to answer.
The truth is if it lights up "Dad" my heart will stop,
My heart will drop, like a pen in silence.
Waiting at the phone, anticipating what I'll hear.
The truth is I expect him to yell at me,
He will speak what he can see, and I to listen.
Waiting at the phone, ready to cry in it.
The truth is I can't let him know I have tears,
For he won't mentally know the fears, know the shame.
Does he wait at the phone? Is there truth I don't know?
I wonder if he is just as afraid to call.