Unsolicited Call

[tectak]

It got me from "you live up stairs" and then taking me elsewhere. It rings with the fragility of relationships you can't keep up but can't let go. There's a whole other poem between the lines. Nicely done.

I haven't been in touch for a while. I had nothing to say:
and you, you live up stairs, in a different building,
in another city, with your damned clock always telling you
it's the middle of the night, or so it seemed.
That's why I stopped calling...I want you to know that.
So I'm writing to you. Read me when you are awake.
The sun is hot right now. I could lie about the weather
to make for something interesting...but lies, I always knew,
never worked with you. Anyway, that's how it is.
Hot. But that's not what I want to say...
Maybe I will try calling one more time.
When is a good time to catch you in?

tectak
2014

Thanks ella,
I know I should stick up more of my short form stuff but a lot if it is from years long gone which is not really suited to this world anymore...if it ever was Frankly, most of it is rubbish...which looking at the boards here has an amazing timelessness.
This is, in fact, a piece I wrote way back in the 60's but I revamped it often. "Unsolicited Calls" had not been invented and so it was originally called "Wrung Out". Hmmmm.
Best,
tectak