The Call
The Call
Written: by Miracle Man
11/27/2021
She hadn’t called in the past two years,
an hour & half later I sat near tears.
The football game I desired to see,
the entire first half had escaped me.
Uneventful things I had to hear,
occasionally, my throat I’d clear.
She had so much catching up to do,
A ringing doorbell, became my queue.
She started my day off with a bang,
she didn’t know ‘twas just I who rang.
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