by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
The telephone won’t ring.
The silence is deafening.
Is it working?
Check it for life.
Did someone try to call just then?
It would have been busy just then.
Stare at it.
Plead with it!
Pray that messenger of voices to grant a gift.
I pretend it’s you when it rings.
You are calling.
You are calling me.
You are calling me by name.
You care calling me by name, your dearest.
Then a second ring.
It can’t be you.
If it is, you won’t tell me your feelings.
If it is, you won’t even say hello?
The third ring is proof that it is not you.
I have given up on your smile over this line.
No joy from that contraption.
I pick up the receiver and answer the call,
straining to hear a mysterious voice.
This single ounce object is so heavy, now,
and my heart is beginning to break.
The voice asks for me by name.
I recognize your tone and inflection.
It is you, isn’t it?
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