Caren Krutsinger | + Follow Poet |
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I Doubt If He Remembers Me

I pick up the phone and call unknown people daily.
It is part of my job, and I get a kick out of it.
I call and talk, and laugh and chat, and it is fun.
I stare at the calendar. My brother’s birthday.
My sister has urged me to call him.

I have not spoken to him for six or eight years.
I doubt he remembers who I am. 
I reach for the phone, stare at the number.
What would I say? If he would answer.
What do we have in common? What is there now?

I put the phone down, staring at the number.
It might not even be his number.
Ding ding.  It is a text from my sister.
“Did you call Rex?”  
This is almost as irritating as me not being able to call him.

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L Milton Hankins Date: 3/13/2021 7:52:00 PM I can certainly relate to this. I hate phones, period. I have lots of family living distantly...love it when they call me, but seldom pick up the phone to call them. What if I'm interrupting something? This is a neat phone, Caren. Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 3/14/2021 5:08:00 AM Thank you my friend.