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Mary
Frances Casper
To Ro, Who Called |
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Tonight
I talked to you
after all these years
and I felt like I had stepped through a doorway
into another world
At first our conversation
stuttered
like a car engine on a cold morning
missing here and there, slowly coming to life
until it roared
Shoe sizes and hair colors
and who married who and why
painted against the auburn sky of old memories . . .
then you were gone
With a promise of
a new tomorrow
and fresh hellos
an email address and a new phone number
all I could think
of while we said goodbye
was water flowing under a bridge
with strong currents
and few ripples
In a few more years
when I talk to you again
I will still feel like it is a Christmas morning
I will relish every nugget of your life
I will tell him
"You'll never guess who called . . . "
And he will hold me while I cry
I was never good at goodbye