we've been through this so many times, it's a wonder it fazes me at all      you know it's too familiar now, no talk for months, then one day you call      and we start to read our scripts again, like clockwork I start to cry      I can't say talk to you later so we'll just say goodbye      ah, but yes, I'm reading ahead again for we are not yet there      for now it's still long silences in between an "are you still there?"      and even when we get a laugh in, it's bittersweet and small      it's hard to just act natural for this year's only call