At five in the morning,
One should not be expecting a call from Mr. Reet,
So why am I?

Mr. Reet is not a dear friend,
And if he so happens to call at such a time,
I am very inclined to decline his call.

I know there is a high chance that I will not pick up the phone,
Yet I so longingly wait for his call.
To stare emptily at his name and number is, perhaps, why I long for his call,

But what good is it to me?
I roll over in bed.
Every night this week I've waited for Mr. Reet's call.

I'd wake up at a quarter to five, and wait.
I can't help but wonder whenI am to recieve his call.
I'll just go back to bed for now.