Disconnected Poem by Bryan Taplits

Not long ago but still too near
A signal sent by me,
'This phone is disconnected'
She said with no reprieve.
Hung up I did and hoped did I-
As hungered for that voice-
Of one whom I would recognize-
Of that I had no choice.
Although I know the spark I'd feel-
That shiver in the dark,
If I did hear that voice again-
For me it'd be no lark.
So here I wait until I find
A scale that will unfurl,
Whence I could weigh my two alternatives-
And hence know again for sure.