the cold black numbers

I count on both
hands
the friends that have passed
on
over the last five years.
john and dave,
steve and mike, Debbie,
lynnie.
all younger than me, but one.
I still have
their numbers in my phone.
I want to call them,
to talk with them just once
more.
to say hello. to say I love
you and miss you.
I want to say, remember when.
I stare at the cold black
numbers, then close
the phone.
i'm not sure what to think
about it,
anymore.