Cell Service

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