A phone call

A padded wall


One moves on,


The other falls.


One stuck in one place,


The other moving in a furious pace.


Beating her walls,


And waiting for him to call.


Hurrying life


And never to be his wife.


He walks with pain


He dosn't realize what he's done


Her white t-shirt she stains


While her mascara runs,


Wondering whats he's doing and who he's with


And he has no idea what happiness he's missed.