Meticulously you chose Polite and measured words To say you have no need Of the love that blazed in me, So much gentler it would have been If you didn't choose To use the Cell Phone. I never liked the Cell Phone, I need to see Lurking behind the eyes The things that people never say And body language that never lies, A give-away of forbidden feelings. I scarcely heard the words As silently I listened Trying to decipher the subtle nuances of tone And each inflexion in you voice. Was it distant? Was it cold? Embarrassed? Or guarded masking scorn? Or stifling regret? No wistful smile or tender touch, No hand squeezed in fond farewell. Just that cold and final click Leaving me naked, And alone, What made you hide Behind the Cell Phone?