The Conversation

Debate.
Yes.
No.
Yes, I think.
Like walking to my grave.
Heart’s pounding.
Shirt is moving.
My last few steps.
I see it.
My stomach.
Pick it up.
I’m afraid.
Familiar drone.
Take a breath.
Turn the page.
Can’t find the number -- there it is.
Finger’s moving.
Touch the buttons.
Why?
Stop. Now!
I can’t
I hear music. I’m so nervous.
Relax, it’s only a call. I can’t breathe.
Ring.
“Hello.”

That voice.

I’m crying. I can’t see.
I want to speak -- Nothing.

“Hello.”

It sounds so wonderful.
Why do I feel sick?
Speak.

“Hi. It’s me, remember?”