A silent call.

Ringing through vastness.

A soul, standing in an red telephone booth.

Reaching a call across the night sky,

Hoping their person is somewhere out there,

Wishing they’ll pick up the phone

But wishing never works.

They are left alone,

Only the lights in the booth

Illuminating their eyes

Desperate, sad, longing

As no one picks up.

And they are left alone

In this little red telephone booth.

Because a soul out somewhere in the world

Won’t talk to them

When they know they need someone.