in the pay
phone.
the coins stacked as
the operator
connected your call
long distance.
it may have been
raining,
cold and wet
as you stood in
the glass booth,
the bifold doors
pulled shut,
turning the dial to
O, then reading out
the number
to whom you'd like
to speak to.
your heart beat fast.
as you waited
to hear her voice.
it's been too long,
a week,
perhaps.
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