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Saige Calkins Apr 2017
His voice was distant
As if waving at me from the back of a darkened photograph

In the endless tunnel,
he summoned me

His words were muffled
Intriguing, alluring, yet
vacant

My reply dropped
Bouncing against the cold stone and falling to my feet

I was too quiet
He was too far gone

— The End —