i text you

at three in the morning

and invite you to dinner

that i know you will refuse

because you have to work

and i wonder why you are

awake and you say

you cannot sleep

in a movie

you would be thinking

of me but i know it is

only because you keep

your phone next to your bed

in case of a call from

someone else

a sense of duty

that keeps your phone

in your hand at all times

as if it might escape

but you must learn

because you do not

reply to my next text

and i wrote three ‘x’s

for you


you reply at nine and

say you would like to have

dinner and i panic because

i thought you were busy

and anyway i am waiting

and hoping for a call


someone else