Rings, Ending Until Dawn
Poetry Beams # 40
One night, post all the cuddles, an entity starts crawling towards you. You call your loved one, but silence. You dial again, keep at it, what do you do? - Stay tuned. Read along.
We kept the phone, bid
good-night to each other, skid
together onto a train of dreams
swift, quenching those gleams.
Late into the night, rested
within those four walls, tested
with your nuanced visions, I
scrape through with precision.
The demons hop onboard, and I
try find you beside the tripod.
Coz that’s where you said,
you would be, one I always knew.
I dial digits, by-heart as
a picture from those charts.
The ones you remember, even
you grow and become a maven.
The call doesn’t go, a ring doesn’t play.
I dial again, by name, another way.
Again, and again, relentless
like chanting a hymn, endless.
Dead. I dial again, coz tomorrow
don’t say, I didn’t plough enough.
The demon’s still around corner,
waiting for when I shall be warmer.
I keep at it, then the dawn arrives.
I missed those countless hours, and lives.
Even though it didn’t click, the dead call
gave me life within those walls.
