the fear is real enough
insistently suggests the
World switched off and
left you less
you know that it is true
no-one answers calls –
your mail is deficit and
empty echoes stall
you knew that it would
come to pass in time
was somewhat tardy
when the call arrived
you want to ask whose
voice is this as it extols
Samantha told me I
could call her here
she isn’t here you start
to say - quite sure at last
that neither you nor she
were really ever either...
© 16 April 2009, I. D. Carswell
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