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Phone Home

Phone home. Make things like they used to be Playing cards til midnight Laugh, talk, squawk, chips, dips, having a fit Over lost rounds Listening to Dad Expound on… Doesn’t matter, he knew Car tires or relationships Expert on all subjects Phone home Let’s drink mimosas Til 3 one afternoon Then jump in the pool Like fools we’ll Synchronized swim Phone home And we’ll talk and talk and talk And reminisce and commiserate Cry and hug, Bond, get back to that space where we once were Us. But that’s not Us, We don’t bend or kowtow Stiff upper lips Mouths zipped, Broken hearts encrypted Phone home.

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Date: 3/13/2019 2:52:00 PM
Thank you; I'm glad the emotion of the piece came through. It was cathartic to write it.
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Date: 3/13/2019 8:52:00 AM
Powerful piece Kim. My gut sank with your final stanza, excellent poignant piece of poetry. xomo!
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