I am calling your old number once again.
And I don’t have to dial anything.
You’re in my memory where I push buttons.
The damned thing beeps, and beeps, and beeps.
Without end.
Electrons fly. Computers chirp.
Somewhere.
I am shivering expecting a connection.
I am desperate to hear your voice.
The only voice that matters.
One voice among billions of voices
That belong to other humans
But you don’t answer.
There’s no response.
I am staring at my wrinkled, dirty hand.
In lunar light that stingily flows through cracks
Into the moist chamber of my low-cost sepulchre