there might be cake
because he lived much of the time away and even when he didn’t, even when he wasn’t away, because I spend much of my time here, he would call. sometimes often.  often frequently. since he passed this phone rings infrequently.  every time it does I think of him. every time. similarly, when I hear footsteps on the stairs or in the hallway that I don’t recognize, that aren’t those of people who are always here and so could be him, I think of him, too, coming to see me. I know. I know. but this is what I think about.  this is what thinks me, what holds me in its thrall, if there were a less dramatic thing to be held in. not as big as a thrall maybe, but not nothing, either.

because he lived much of the time away and even when he didn’t, even when he wasn’t away, because I spend much of my time here, he would call. sometimes often.  often frequently.

since he passed this phone rings infrequently.  every time it does I think of him.

every time.

similarly, when I hear footsteps on the stairs or in the hallway that I don’t recognize, that aren’t those of people who are always here and so could be him, I think of him, too, coming to see me.

I know. I know.

but this is what I think about.  this is what thinks me, what holds me in its thrall, if there were a less dramatic thing to be held in. not as big as a thrall maybe, but not nothing, either.

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