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Shrill ring shatters the silence of the dinner table.
Three times, then hang up pause
& call again
a not-so-subtle morse code, the
predetermined plan unfollowed.
Air pulls taut and time
begins to unravel;
a private implosion.
The warring wondering what-if's
scattered across the good china
alongside the peas and corn,
escaping every effort at
impalement.
There's no pinning those two down.
Sorry, what were we saying?
Impulses travel lightning fast down the line,
connecting souls
like station depots
burning bright in the dark mask of
living absence;
a midnight sea of stars.
My heart flown
impossible distances
at the muted sound of
your quiet laughter
from the other side.