rotary phone

Missed Calls

I remember even now how it would feel

when you wouldn’t call.

Cursing the ugly faded pink rotary phone

sitting mute at the desk on the landing.

I grew to hate that phone. Its insolence.

Its deadness.

 

I left the light off on the desk to lessen expectation,

tried not to listen for it

not ringing,

lifting the receiver every ten minutes.

Maybe a power outage, a felled tree limb,

slamming it down again.

 

I hated you for all of it,

for this stranger I had become,

saddling me with a rejection so deep

I can still hear the deafening sound of that phone

not ringing.

 

  2Comments

  1. Jim Hulfish   •  

    Love those last two lines, Tricia… “I can still hear the deafening sound of that phone

    not ringing.” Perfect.

  2. Ken holtermann   •  

    Really nice one

    you always seem to top your last
    k

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