I am calling again

you’re the dew in between of something implicit
so explicitly absent but somewhere else missing
in the sound of chair squeaking I feel only sadness
there’s no tea in the cup and my thoughts are all madness
cause you’re nowhere around but you’re all over the place
there’s no answer again, you have left me for days
must have gone with the summer with the first autumn rain
you don’t answer the phone – I am calling again.