FaceTime

 

I sit in silence

staring

 at the screen

seeking

the shortcut

back

to

you

I see the place

there

between 

groceries

and

a goddess

where

I

pressed

five times

a day

for the past

five years

seen your face

smiling back at me

on the screen

I hear my own voice

urging you to be ok

with this

just this

for there will come a time

when I finally 

make that jump

across the pond

you insisting you were content

so long as you could see

my face

hear

my voice

'we have FaceTime' 

your offer

of solace 

when I simply could not make the journey

I hear your phone ring

in the other room

when my finger slips, 

my heart skips

then

shatters

on your screen

this 

time

I see

my face

1 missed call

nothing now to do

I press on

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