You look familiar...have we met before?

The phone rings,
Echoed off the walls.
An empty house
Filled with the electronic noise.

No one answers,
The sound goes on and on.
Undisturbed as it holds
The mono tune, which remains unheard.

There was a woman in the top dark room,
But she decided life was unfair,
That no one wanted her,
Or needed her.

So she thought about it,
As she slit her wrists.
And threw her bleeding body,
Down the steep stairs.

She use to sit by the phone and wait.
A man she didn't know,
Made a promise to her,
He'd call that night.

That time went away,
Again she sat,
No message, no call.
Only her in that small dark room.

She thinks about whats she worth,
Not even a two minute phone call?
Was the impact she made on this world,
So insignificant, so small?

So on that night,
A year to the day,
The man decided, to call and apologise,
He planned what to say.

He was sorry not to phone,
Truely he was,
But events were cruel,
And he became tied up at the time.

Unknown to him, was a sister he did not know of,
The news of which caused his little world to stop.
She'd killed her self that night,
She chose to take her own life.

The sad fact was,
The sister he had,
Was a beautiful young woman,
He met the prior evening.