The phone rings
It’s night and
the phone rings
Pick up: hello?
like after someone has been crying
It’s that wheezing breath that comes after a long hard laugh
A laugh that hurts
Check the number…
It’s my number!
Hello I say: is this a call from my future or my past? Is this a warning or a reminder?
There’s no answer.
The breathing is quiet, but someone is still on the line
Pretending they’re not there!
I fall silent, too
And for a while we breath at each other
My heart does a weird gallop and suddenly
I know it is in sync with the heart on the other end
A thought blooms: this feels like…
And I start to laugh – this is what love is I realize! This is love!
And I laugh for joy, my body aching from it
And then I hear a click
and I think:
they’ve hung up.
They’ve hung up? They’ve hung up! Hung up! And my heart does a strange gallop, as if it stumbled on a loose step and suddenly I know
I know it beats alone
There is a catch in my throat. A blockage… a lump… a chunk of heart or a falling thought lodged there
Alone. Alone again. But now… I know it’s forever
Doesn’t something have to be something to be forever? Can nothing be forever?
This is loss
A space made for something never to be there again, an alter – a box! An ark of a covenant but it’s empty and hollow and the inside is missing and
Nothing is sacred
I start to cry! I’m crying!
I press buttons all over the phone
Please! Please! I must reconnect! Pick up! Pick up!
A click and a ring: