The phone rings.
You pick up the call.
Answering: Hi, how are you?
When the mind rings...
What's that?
Who is it? When is it?
Oh, it's you. It's been so long.
The call goes on and on
Over time and years missed.
Birthdays that no one celebrated,
hearts broken and never fully mended.
Sad times, alone and afraid.
Remembering being so close and so unsure.
Neighbors walking straight down the street
Looking up to see the streetlamps.
The line quiets.
Checking in, yeah, I should probably go.
Just wanted to know you were okay. Oh, okay.
And then the silence.
The heart breaking again knowing the distance is too far.
The lament for not having called before. Being too busy.
Cruel calendars of years past only note the passing days
not the passing of memories.
All the days spent apart. There would be more days ahead,
more calls to make.
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