The phone rings
and it is 2 AM.
He looks at the clock,
it's numbers turning his face a sickly green.
He jumps at the sound
wondering what news could be brought
at 2 AM.

The phone rings,
his stomach twists,
his semi-conscious thoughts turn to fear
as he searches the sheets next to him.

The phone rings
and his eyes open
to look for her,
to verify what his hands have discovered.

The phone rings
and he sits up,
wondering
if she as risen to answer
but the room is still.

The phone rings
and it is 2 AM.
He looks at the nightstand.

The phone rings
and then it is silent.