The lost cause

The last time you called, I was absorbed in wonderland. Your voice trailed away. And then it went shrill. I looked through the window to discover a shadow creeping up on the sun shade. It could be a momentary illusion. It could be a neighbor on midnight stroll mission. It could be two lovers sneaking away for some privacy. It could be a some one who has been contemplating suicide. It could be the goorkha doing his regular rounds. It could be the a dejected child, who wanted to confess to his mate. The possibilities baffled me. So I stopped thinking!