The Oath

Your voice echoes the pang of my harsh words on your heart. But I do not understand how you could be ignorant of the truth behind them prior to their utterance. You already knew that I love to talk to you and that your act of calling me makes me feel as though I am of priority in your mind and heart. Yet, when you call just to tell me that you are going to bed, without an interest in what is in my mind and heart, I am led to wonder: why did you call me at all? Merely to fulfill the oath? An oath, made in love, in which you promised to call me every night. But now you merely go through the motions of dialing, speaking, and then relinquishing the receiver. Lacking the love which was its cornerstone, the once solid oath now resonates emptily. The completion of the actions which should fulfill the oath now profane it by mocking the absence of the principles which where its base. Like those men of old who in the keeping of the Traditions of the Elders did lose the spirit of the Sabbath Day. Please, if you are not going to talk to me, don't call.