vera amo

“we’re sorry. the number you have dialed
is not in service at this time.”

the phone slips out of my hands
and falls to the floor
a connection lost for good
no other references left behind

I know she still exists
but her name brings up absolutely nothing
maybe she’s changed it
maybe she’s gotten married

no amount of quotation marks brings me closer
a three-toned beep will haunt me always
your face was more defined
than the silence that will haunt me forever

perhaps we are looking up at the same sky right now
same constellations, same flickering lights
maybe you’re on one of the airplanes that streaks across the sky
coming back to me


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