currently listening to: Rhett Miller - Come Around
The door opens in front of her. And there he stands outside, waiting.
WOMAN: You’re here.
MAN: Yes, I am.
WOMAN: Why?
MAN: Because you called.
WOMAN: You’re mistaken.
MAN: Maybe I am.
WOMAN: Then you should go.
MAN: I will. After I know the reason why you called.
WOMAN: How do you know it was me?
MAN: Because you’ve done this before.
WOMAN: Done what?
MAN: Call without saying a word.
WOMAN: Would you have listened?
MAN: I don’t know.
WOMAN: So you come here.
MAN: To listen.
WOMAN: And yet, you still do not understand.
MAN: I understand that you called for a reason.
WOMAN: Did you answer when it rang?
MAN: I should’ve.
WOMAN: Why didn’t you?
MAN: Because I knew it was you.
WOMAN: It wasn’t me.
MAN: Who was it then?
WOMAN: You would have known if you only picked up the phone.
MAN: I'd pick it up. But you'd always keep silent.
WOMAN: She didn’t want to talk to you?
MAN: You'd only listen to my voice. And then hang up.
WOMAN: She wanted for you to be the one to call.
MAN: And you wanted me to come.
WOMAN: To go to her.
MAN: To wait outside your door.
WOMAN: She called to see if you cared.
Silence only between them.
Footsteps nearby break the stillness.
Someone emerges from the room.
She was not alone.
MAN: I understand.
WOMAN: Don’t pretend that you do.
MAN: I understand that many things were left unsaid.
WOMAN: And you wait for the things I will never say.
MAN: And I leave now without hearing you say it.
But it is she who turns to leave.
MAN: Why did you call?
WOMAN: Because I was waiting.
MAN: For me to call.
WOMAN: And I waited.
MAN: For me to come.
WOMAN: But you never came.
MAN: Not until now.
WOMAN: I called to say goodbye.
The door closes behind her. And he stands outside, waiting.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
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