Phones
Now
you are not able to use the phone,
Pressing
the receiver button then sitting
In
your utter silence, as I sit here
Alone
listening to your faintening breaths,
I
think of those early calls to you,
When
first away from home, the silver coins
Forced
into public call box slots before
The
beeps ended, the snow thick, breath freezing
Into
the air, heart quickening at
Your
strong voice answering, our brief
Acknowledgements
and awkward disguisings
Of
actual lived lives, as now I am left
Hearing
into your silence which will go
On
from now to ever.