Beep,
I guessed this is the end of the line between us.
Maybe because no matter how many ticks and tacks
my fingers tapped,
I still couldn't get to hear your voice.
Nor could I redial,
the number of minutes we spent
connected— together,
speaking from pole to pole
til' we ran out of things to say
Beep,
I guessed I didn't get the disconnection notice.
Maybe because you just called us off
and jammed our signals.
Tell me, after you us hung up
had I even rung once in your mind?
Or have I become just a voice in the receiver?
Beep,
I guessed I cannot fix our broken cables,
Maybe because the person I'm trying to reach
is not available.
And I wanted to send a message
after the beep—
but I just couldn't reverse
the dread of the charges.
I guess,
not anymore.
Beep.
11/29/15
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Aenigma
Poetry|| Short Story || Poetry || Collections of all the short shiz I have in my head