Hang It Up


I tried to call you but there was static on the line,
like the crinkle of dead leaves under foot,
the crack of dead branches snapped by relentless hands.
A broken connection, a broken moment.
The receiver mocked me with whines and screeches,
looked up at me from my shaking hand and grinned an evil grin.
“No one lives here anymore;
no one who wants to talk with you, that’s for sure”.
Hang it up, drop it in the dirt,
it matters not for all that remains is the decay of memories.

Written 6/14/2015

Inspiration: Magpie 274