Make a call

 

Special coin

gripped, tightly in

my mitts. Sweat drips

from shaking fingertips.

So scared to lose it

or let it slip. The spray

of rain hits my face,

or are these old tear tracks

that time hasn't erased?

Coin growing hot,

glowing coin slot,

a gravitational field

pulling my fingers close.

ready to drop.

 

If I could just make that call,

just a few numbers falling

from some mystical phonebook.

A connection

to somewhere?

Nowhere?

Everywhere?

Where people

are not forgotten,

but the pictures

slowly fade

into vapour

in the air.

 

The digits blur

from my fingertips.

Numbers bursting

like bubbles

in the atmosphere.

Telephone line crackles to life.

A dial tone.

A click.

A ring.

Then the magic sound

of answering.

Hello....

 

I can speak on a busy stage,

but how do you get those words

to conquer the universe's greatest hills?

How do those words extend

across the ever-expanding

chasm of time? A gap in reality

with no beginning or end.

Oh, to hear that voice again.

To be able to converse like time

hadn't crashed to an end.

To be able to laugh.

To start to comprehend

that this journey

isn't an ending

but a chapter

somewhere near

the beginning.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading
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Kyle