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.


Saee Koranne-Khandekar

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