Operator Standing By

Still no calls. Check the phone. It's working. So I'll trudge off to school with no one wondering where I am or how I am.
It's not fair.
There used to be a time when he had time for me. He would call. I thought he would call yesterday to tell me about his dinner. Nope. And I lay here sick and he doesn't know because he never bothered.
He is the first and last thing I think about every day. And a lot of times in between. I bet he doesn't. If he did, he'd have called. He used to call all the time. I know he's busy, but he's always been busy. He used to make time for me. No more. It's lonely out here. Every night I go to sleep and am reminded that I'm sleeping next to a pillow. And that's it. Sniff. Rasp.
I miss him lots. I wish it were mutual.