the paradox of convenience

now is when i need the solace in your arms most;
yet.
it is now that it is unavailable.
ironically.

At the tone, please record your message. -beep-

in this technologically advanced
rapidly shrinking planet
i am greeted by beeps and
Voice Mail

my plea, my misery
stored in cyberworld
for retrieval at a
later (more convenient) date.

you areVoice Mail is there
at the touch of buttons
to listen,
a patient, passive presence.

oh how i love you, Voice Mail
much more reliable than
your fickle human owner
who goes on in reality
not knowing, never knowing.
simply because

he's forgotten his password

how convenient.