of change
i'd go up to the Rexall store
and sit inside
the phone booth,
closing
the bi-fold doors,
then call her,
Emily,
my girl, on summer vacation
with her family,
up north.
i prayed her father wouldn't
answer the phone.
he didn't like me.
he didn't trust me.
he knew my intentions
were wrong.
but not all of them.
i truly loved her at the time.
and all this change
splayed
out across the counter
of the booth,
an hours worth of long
distance calls should
prove that.
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