this is the last call
before the end of this.

remember how her fingers
used to look
gently twirled within
the curly cord of connection
speaking heavenly
through the wires
where birds make their
perch.

remember how she looked
lying naked in your arms;
when you slip
you are obligated
to redial.

you have come this far.

dialing numbers
in the inbetweens
of feelings.
they are not fleeting.
but for some time
have rested
somewhere under her armpit
unaware.

but it is too late now.

are you braced to say
goodbye?
will there be good in your
life?
how far will you be from home
without her in those
arms?

dialing numbers in between
sneezes.
  convulsions, and sobs;
you are leaving.
why cant you seem to
hang up the phone.

the sneezes come in threes;
you say goodbye
to freedom.