Bloody black hole eats them all up
Calls. Texts. Emails.
The imagination gets fiercer—
Are you alright?
I talk to you in my head
as I often do.
(I scream at you as I often do)
It doesn’t help.
Must I really spell it out?
Sometimes, I’m not really calling
to ask how you are;
I’m calling so you might ask how I am.