Doubt of Silence

[Aish]

It is late to send a call
miles down a serrated coast This is a great line, and I'm digging the whole of the opening strophe.
to reach your dial tone.

But, like the time between
an arrival and an embrace

it is the waiting for your voice
to click into focus
that lifts the receiver,

the longing for an answer
that decrypts ten digits,

the doubt of silence
that gives enough patience
to follow the lecture of every ring

with enough impatience
to call again.

Very quickly, you kept your tone and the subject well throughout the piece. I enjoyed some of your choices especially strophes 2-4, as well as your summation at the end. The mix of frustration and excitement is quite humanistic.