Nemesis

I'm tired of her too.
All smiles.
Always offering golden anecdotes,
Take one of these and I'll call in the morning,
Wink, wink.
But she never calls, does she?
The phone as silent and estranged
As her heart.
Comfortably encased in a durable, metal cover
So that if you happen to drop it,
never a crack will you see,
no new calamity,
only the mask that is she
Never the frigid, lost me.