II know I’m closer to god
Because so many of my phone contacts
Are gone now
When I dial them up
They don’t always answer
And when they do
I never know what to say
So I just listen to them breathe
I hate to be the one
To hang up first
But I don’t want them
To hear me cry
So I just hang up
after a silent sigh
and I drift off to dream
in the unspoken’s
lullaby
I know one day
Most of my contacts
will have passed
and I will lose
my landline too
I hope by then the epitaphs
I’ve struck
Will merit your view
For In the twilight
Of a poets heart
When all that remains
Are the ghosts
Of their affection
They can only slip away
when the lines
of their conduction
hold sway
to connection
I know this
now
Because I heard
Their silent whispers
too
© 2021 Robert Trakofler
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