talk again soon

I draw
a sketch on a piece
of white paper
while on the phone, I have
no interest
in the conversation, but I
can't hang up.
I doodle,
I draw lines intersecting
lines.
circles upon circles.
all in black ink.
i'm certain that a psychiatrist
could take one
look at it
and declare me crazy, or
depressed, so I turn
the sheet over
and make a heart,
then draw a ragged line
through it,
but I digress.
I say yes on the phone.
then no.
then okay.
then, talk again soon.
we'll get together,
let's.