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| photo courtesy of Rob Hanson |
She dials the number
Ring, ring, click
Hello. You have reached...
Closes her eyes and listens to his voice
We are not able to take your call right now...
The kids say it's morbid, like hearing a ghost
But to her, his voice is like
a warm blanket
and her bed is so cold
Please leave a message after the tone...
I miss you, she tells him.
submitted for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry
