Day 468

The phone rings again,you pick it up but don't speak.
The person on the other end doesn't like it when you speak.
You want to talk to them, find out who they are and why they call you.
You don't though, at least not yet.

Sometimes they speak, they mostly just whisper your name.
It's become comforting to hear
They say it with such care, they care so much.
You once tried to ask them who they are and didn't hear them for a week after.

Sometimes the voice on the phone sounds achingly familiar.
Other times the voice is distant, like they're talking through a tin can.
This voice takes your vitals while the other asks when you'll wake up.
Lately they've been talking to each other about you.

They say you won't wake up again yet you're wide awake.
You tell them this but they continue to talk.
Always saying they want you to wake up but you can't.
You are awake, awake and alone in the nothingness with that phone and their voices.