Today is the day Alexander Graham Bell made the first phone call. The phone has become more than a communication tool; it is the holder of essence.
And we are only too aware when that is lost.
Some conversations continue, even after the line has gone silent.
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The phone sits
On the side-table
My fingers wait to grasp
And dial
That number.
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But they walk
From the heart
Into the alleys
Of the mind.
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Advice asked for.
Solace sought.
Assurance amplified –
Silent.
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Quiet rings.
Thank yous.
For comfort.
Gestures
Unmade.
Apologies
Unsaid.
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The number
Stays.
Dialogue
In memory
Of his voice.
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The phone –
Silent.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
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