The Call

Ring, ring.

Hello?

Gone.

Another one.

And way. too. soon.

So many

So weary

from Pain.

Pain this world seems to give in abundance

And it just doesn’t seem fair.

I, too, have heard the call

and understand

that need to leave.

I answered it once, but

Something

Someone

Hung up my phone for me.

Now,

Another one.

A friend.

Answered his call.

And no one hung up for him.

How many others are out there

With an open line to the other side?

I get it. I’ve been there.

I don’t have to like it.

Sometimes they just

Go.

And we go, too.

Just not where they have gone.

I can still hang up the fucking phone.

Click.