I found an empty telephone booth
at the edge of the world.
I picked up the receiver
and whispered, “hello.”
“I haven’t spoken to you for so long,” I said,
“not since you’ve been gone.”
“Where are you?” I cried,
as I looked skyward,
wondering what I would find.
But the other end was quiet
as I waited for a whimper,
a click, a cough.
I stayed on the line
as the sun vanished,
as the light dimmed,
as I asked myself,
had I endured enough?
The only sound I heard
was a tap outside the door.
An elderly woman
peeked her head inside to say,
“No rush my dear,
but I’d like to have my turn.”