"At the tone, please record your message"

Mr Uncontactable.
Mr Didn't Pay Bills.
MR BASKET BASKET BASKET.

Ms I Wish You Know How It Feels is at her wits' end.

Through the Looking Glass

An elusive mirage, through the looking glass.
You smiled the secret smile of the white rabbit
While leading me down through that bottomless pit.
The secret smile of knowing what I don't - that you see me.

And I'm glad that you see me, through the looking glass.
For what I am, not what I try to be.
You see through the bows, the white stockings and the wide-eyed wonder
The vulnerability.

A smirk - the open smirk - do you know I'm looking?
I look at you, thinking I see you,
The confident cockiness.
I see the bottle "DRINK ME", it says.
I gulp.
My heart swells with pride - you're mine.
Secret smile.

And now, a doubt.
Do I see you when I see you?
My mirage, the white rabbit in the glass.
Never realising that my imagined prey, my white rabbit, looks back.
Never seeing what I saw, that you were looking too.