Number Five Five Two

 "I'm not expecting a phone call."
 she says,
 then jumps up off the couch
 and grabs the phone
 before anyone else notices it was ringing.
 She returns to the couch a minute later,
 with a little more sadness in her eyes.
 

"I'm not waiting for a letter."

 she says,
 then dashes out the door 
 to see if that was the sound 
 of the mail man driving off.
 And she returns,
 empty handed.
 She's still smiling on the outside,
 but inside,
 I can hear the sound of her heart crying.