Sanitarium

“We won't talk about sad things."
She tells herself as the phone quietly rings.
When his voice answers the line goes to static.
And she begins to hear words falling out of her mouth.
Her lips are telling him what she's been holding back.
She's enveloping him in her sadness,
Her heart wrenching madness.
She knows it must be like an earthquake
Trembling through the telephone wires.
She's never wanted to hurt him.
She desperately wants him to say anything.
Anything at all to interrupt the all too familiar sound
Of her own melancholy whispers.
She's aware that she is frightening him,
But she can't stop these words from tumbling out.
And as her lips are spilling all her secrets
His lips are still as stone.