The phone rings. Who? Why? 

I look at the screen.


I wouldn’t have answered anyway.

They call too much.


Or otherwise.
In this darkness,
The glowing face of the phone is unwelcome.

In this silence,

The rat-a-tat-tat of some digital ring is unwelcome.

In my loneliness, 

The connection with someone else is unwelcome.

The phone rings again.



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