by Nandini Joshi, UWCM
16th of December, 2022
I dialled his number from memory,
I thought about what I would say.
I thought I’d ask him how he was,
How his parents and brother were.
I thought I’d ask him
If he ever ended up adopting that dog.
I thought I’d ask him
If he got the letters I sent.
I thought, I thought and I thought.
The line finally picked up,
A tall voice crept through the receiver.
Hello? Helloo?
My tongue was tied.
I couldn’t quite grasp
Just how sweet he sounded.
The last time we spoke,
I held his eyes in mine.
The last time we spoke,
The sun shined into his glossy brown eyes
And a breeze blew through his curls.
The last time we spoke,
I asked him to play the piano for me.
The last time we spoke,
I had pink in my cheeks.
The voice calls out again.
Hello? Anyone there?
Just as I was about to say my name,
The line snapped.
The last time we spoke,
I couldn’t even say hello.
