He looks at his cell phone and searches the numbers for something he knows is not there. Passes through old names and forgotten possibilities. They reinforce the emptiness he feels deep inside. Many of the listed names and numbers were once labels of hope. Many offered an unspoken word that dissolved shortly there after. He scrolls down the list and with witness to each disassociated contact he feels his stomach sink. Cant bring himself to delete them for they represent a slight hope that they may eventually call. Finally he comes across some familiar numbers not like those others. Numbers of those who enrich his life but cannot offer completion to his desires. Numbers of family and friends; as thankful as he may be, they do not gratify him. So there he sits, alone, quiet, uneasy and anxious.