contact

he used to find
the smallest of reasons
to call,
to make contact.
he was a child begging
for his mother
to tuck him
in, to give him one
more sweet
from the jar high
on the counter
where he couldn't reach.
and with her
soft heart she did,
over and over again,
until he was back
in her good graces
and starting once more
the game
with no end.