Hanging on your every word

I check my cell phone regularly
and with increasing frequency
and watch the time just slip away,
wondering what you have to say.

Eventually this dread disease
of wondering what to say to please
saps my strength with its fell fever
yet I cannot bring myself to leave her.

Now every single unsaid word
carries silence like a sword
and a noose of pitch-black rope
woven from my shattered hope.

But by the time his phone was ringing
his body had long-since stopped swinging.