I dont call you as much, part 2: a poem

Don't take it personal,
but I'm not afraid anymore.
I know myself enough to know,
that I shouldn't be listed as 
an option.
I am only human,
but a human.
You can only catch me
in the obscure view 
of the jumbotron.
I am in aloof-hood,
driving with a 
smile on my face. 
For when I pick
your call, 
there will be 
nothing to discuss. 
My silence says
enough. 
"Last in line."
Remember?
Am I in the front now?
It's cool. 
It really is. 
I rather be 
secretly adored
under the warm blanket
of assurance. 
Please don't take it personal.
I don't have anything to say.
Enjoy the gift
to breathe another day.
Cheers.

See part one here