To Feel His Smile
Every piece of furniture reminds her of him.
She picks up the phone.
To tell him something funny.
To get his reactions.
To hear his voice.
Every glance out the window is a memory.
She picks up the phone
To feel his smile
To hear him laugh at the same time
To explain her feelings
Forgetting each time
There are no phones in heaven.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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