A Call for Clarity

Ticking clock, each second stretched wide,

a breath held in silence, with nowhere to hide.

The phone remains silent, like shadows that creep,

counting the beats where my heart dares to leap.

Anticipation thrums, an unwelcome guest,

waiting for words that will put me to rest.

Time drips slow, as I stare at the floor,

yet hope clings tight, in the space of the score.