Only Words Upon Words

 Listen, grey one,
 why do you feel that—
 all the world's futile things lie in ambush, waiting only on the other end of my phone...
  
 that voice which from time to time keeps saying—
 'If I could do something for you, it would make me so happy.'
 'Call me if you need anything.'
 'If I could help you in any way, I'd be grateful.'
  
 Yet the waves from this shore
 return empty-handed
 from that distant shore!
  
 It's not that I can't do without them—it's just this foolish heart wanting to honor their affection...
  
 This silly heart simply refuses to understand—people only speak in empty words...