thing
to have the phone
ring,
a friend, perhaps
checking in,
a brother or sister,
some loved one
far away.
we'd sit for an hour
or more and
chat, sipping coffee.
smoking cigarettes.
how's the weather,
the kids,
your work, we'd say.
your health.
we'd cover the world
at large, and end
the talk
with i miss you, or i
love you.
hope to see you soon,
get well,
but now.
i hardly pick up the phone.
it's no one
i know or want to know.
the phone
has lost its spell.
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