Our home phone is down. Other phones just ring and ring.
Or lead me up a cul-de-sac of leaving a message
to a ghostly mechanical voice.
Messages answering messages. No actual real live people involved.
Finally I do what I should have done
all along ((((((( call you.))))))
So, I do.
“Hiya Bud, can you call me? Something bad seems to have happened! Get back to me as soon as you can!”
You do not call back.
You lie there not listening to me.
You never get back to me.
Never will.
It’s you? Isn’t it?
The bad thing that has happened?
Death listening at the end of the line.
Saying not a word.
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The sheer horror of it all as the impossible happens and the last person I could imagine dying...does so....the one person of calm strength that one would turn to: and. . .