14 February 2011
(from a payphone in Perth)
You call every other week, and I don’t answer.
I listen to your voice hearing you say the things I like to hear, but it’s too late to do anything about it, and that’s why I just listen, remembering the way your hand fit in mine, knowing your nuances and your body movements-and I don’t answer-
This morning you called and said "if my father hadn't died we'd still be together."
I almost called you back. But I didn't.
(you said your crazy soon to be ex-husband might have my phone tapped)
You keep calling, and I don't answer. One day you'll get the hint.
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