The Cell Phone Story

The Farewell
The Return
Thanks and Dedication


I get dosed by you and
Closer than most to you
What am I supposed to do?
Take it away I never had it anyway
Take it away and everything will be okay
In you a star is born and
You cut a perfect form and
Someone forever warm
Lay on

Flipping through the pages mindlessly, she's reading. Reading, but she can't remember what page she's on or what the words say or which book is sitting in her lap. Reading, but really thinking. Reading to escape him and the little uncertainties running laps around the circumference of her skull.


She checks her watch and knows it can't be him because it's never him and when it is him it always comes much, much later.


Indecisiveness takes over and she can't remember whether company was better or worse for the lonely feeling in the pit of her stomach.


Fingers reach for the phone and she's answering it before she knows why.



The book falls to the floor, forgotten amidst the sound of his voice and the beating of her heart.


"Yeah, baby, it's me. I can't talk long because I've got the show in a couple of minutes, but I thought I'd go ahead and give you a call since I haven't gotten to talk to you all week."

"Oh." But the length doesn't matter because he called and--for a moment, at least--the little uncertainties are silent.


"Yeah, I'm here."

The nervous laugh is nothing like the man she remembers. "Good. I was afraid you'd hung up on me for a minute there..."

"Nope." Never.

"So how are you?"

"I'm...good, I'm good. You?"

"Eh, the usual. Tired. Busy. Not a lot of time."

"But you're having fun, right?"

"Of course. I love this. It...I don't know. I feel alive, Sam."

"I'm glad."

"Anybody bothering you at the house?"

"Nope, no one." She doesn't tell him that she hasn't slept there in a week, that she couldn't take the memories in the house and needed somewhere else to go.

"Good. I'm glad."

"How about you? How are things?"

"Good. Busy. Always busy."

"Seems like it."

"Yeah. Listen, I'm sorry you haven't heard as much from me."

"It's fine, I understand." But it's not fine, and they both know it. Nonetheless, relief strokes his shoulders and repressed anger pokes at her spine.



The conversation suffocates slowly between them.

"Listen, baby, I've got to get onstage, but I'll talk to you later, okay?"


"Love you."

"You too." And she does, but she can't quite remember why anymore.

lyrics and music by Red Hot Chili Peppers