The Second Calling
The Second Calling
I
Do you know
why I want to believe
in ghosts? The night
you died, the phone broke through
our wailing. I answered
a screen filled with zeros
to echoes of silence.
II
As they wheeled you away, I kissed your forehead,
the cold radiating through me like winter glass
my frostbit lips, the ache still liners,
in the following moment, the world pulled in
dark – I can see it still—like a movie iris
as my body forgot how
to breathe
III
is this only a gossamer thin wall separating us?
from feeling your embrace, hearing your laughter? the second
call, moments after the first, I answered, another screen
filled with nothing
and a phone filled with silence.
IV
our time alone, before
you were cremated, I begged
your forgiveness. I had failed. I regret
less what I did than what I did not. please,
please understand. I always tried
to do what was best for you. and a last
kiss goodbye.
V
I know now, what happened when the world grew hazy,
why I lost my breath, I felt
my soul disintegrating, like sparks
from a house burning in the night
as the wall, even if gossamer thin,
closed you in another room, where you call out
in silence
until my ears
know how to hear
By Adrian W. Lilly
Campers meet werewolf.
Book Two of The Runes Trilogy. Available for Kindle and Nook!
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