Nightcall

It was in February of 2016, and my sister had just passed away,
When the phone rang in the middle of the night,
And woke me up
But not my wife sleeping alongside.

I answered without looking, because in these days
For obvious reasons, I would answer
Anytime I was called by
Known and unknown alike.

Someone, a she, said to me in a drunken voice
“Patrick, you could do so much more
If only you stopped being
Yourself all the time.”

Before the line turned dark,
And her voice a memory, I could say
“You should have called sooner,
I just stopped doing so.”

Image credit : Goya

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