Message
A simple message on my machine
Telling me you’ll be home at five.
Your tone is rich and soothing,
The sound has not changed.
Reassurance that dinner is on its way
And we’ll get to consume it together.
Another call…there had been a chow mein
Explosion, and all the pretty horses and
The EMT men could not put you back again.
A simple voicemail flashing on a screen…
A totem of what used to be…Will I ever completely
Erase the memory…or will you continue to remind me
Never to ask for Chinese…
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