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The phone rang
he slowly approached the hand piece
“Hello” he stuttered
out into the distance
a dark room lit in a circle around his phone
the lamp light flickering infrequently
in tune with his mind
“I’ll be fine” he said
returning the incoming concerns
his voice
soon sporadic
clutching to his words

If only he could turn back the clock
to a wit
sharp and sure
he listened intently to her love
and sure

a daughters call