In times like this think of others. A poem.

Call. The text is of another age.
Words on a page,
no longer existent, for pleasure.
Surprise
at these words in a box.
Well, what have you to say?

Like the old days, like the old days.
Write me. Call to me. Speak.

Utter what we could have said the other month,
the other year,
yesterday,
all those years ago.

Call. Chat.
Have a chat. Have a care.
Yes.
I
try.

 

Note: From the portfolio.