Sunken
when the message finally came through;
recorded weeks ago
but lost in the cellular vacuum
until today.
Lost moments. Searing pain,
then horror
that you really did call;
that you
remembered, but
I shunned you
wrongly.
Next time,
call until I answer.
Call again and again.
Don’t let me sleep too
soon or long.
And I, I will call
you, too
until I reach you.
And by all means,
say “good night”
and “good morning”
in person.
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