Day in and day out,
I call but you don't answer,
and so I persist.
asks me to leave a message
and, of course I do.
I start to wonder
if you've joined my crowd of friends
at St. Peter's gate.
ripe with years, without notice,
tumble from the tree.
Leaving me behind,
I know you won't intend it,
but I grieve the thought.
I do not fear death
as much as abandonment.
Please pick up the phone!
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