He only phones when he wants my help.
She lets me know of the terrible thing that
has happened to her,
how the salesperson has treated her —
what he had so unthoughtfully said to her.
Another knocks on my door inviting me to attend church.
A neighbor’s mid-morning greeting,
“Did your laundry come out alright?”
Not what I was wanting to hear ...
Not the way I wanted
reminders of love to come to me.
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