Blue Receipt Serenade

Blue receipt on the desk,

One a.m. in the quiet.

Fluorescent hum in the empty room,

I dialed the digits that I once knew,

A stranger answered, the music played,

(who's on the line?) We held the moment,

both afraid,

(to say goodbye).

One more track, they said to stay,

(just stay, just stay),

As the dial-tone faded far away.

Who is holding my old life now?

(Who's holding on?) Did we lose the connection somehow?

(Now that it's gone!) Leaving tracks on a blue receipt,

Two strangers where the signals meet!

Paper fading under office glare,

Just a ghost of a number we used to share,

They're listening close on the other side,

(keep playing now) With nothing left for us to hide.

Blue receipt, a missed design,

Just two strangers on the line.