The Call #3

Laying in bed contemplating the deepest mysterious most complex questions of life like why won’t my nose bleed stop and how much did I drink last night to deserve such a brutal unforgiving hangover. When my phone rings. A familiar sound clip from a song that reminds me of an important person and friendship. I rollover to look at my screen to see if it could be who I thought it was or my mind playing some evil trick on me. The picture confirmed that this phone call was real. So I answered…. “Hello….”

The Poet Q


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