Words from Inside My Head

After three days

I became worried,

worried that my phone

was not out of order,

that I’d left it plugged in.

I worried that something tragic thing

hadn’t happened to 

a member of your family, that

you weren’t lying dead

next to your phone

I worried that your memory was fine,

that you weren’t lost and 

having a terrible time

getting found.

Worried you hadn’t forgotten

my number or me

at all.

I’ve waited for years to hear the

sound of my phone

not ringing.

On the third day, I picked it up

and you were still silently there

on the other end.

This long-distance goes on and on

as we sit here

side by side.