a shot.
i think hard about someone
i'm enamored with
to see if they
text of call.
i concentrate on their face,
their voice,
their essence.
i sit and wait with my eyes
closed, believing there
will be an answer.
and then the phone rings,
i'm startled out of my trance,
but it's not her,
it's my mother
asking me why i never visit.
i need more practice at this.
i'm a little off.
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