I pick up the phone
Dial the familiar numbers
As it begins to ring, my mind drifts away.
The number 5933 keeps repeating in my head
A soothing song I have known for thirty-one years.
I await that soft, wise but stern voice I am aching to hear
Beep ---Beep
A cold high-pitched electric voice comes over the receiver
“The number you have dialed is no longer in service.”
Tears crawl their way down my cheeks
Carving a wet river to my chin
The message is plain and clear
You have been gone but only a year.
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