Call

I tell myself it doesn’t matter

another silence in the long afternoon.

Count to ten,

Say I’m sorry.

The heater goes tic, tic, tic,

as the day cools down.

It’s time to feed the cat.

I always forget.

Forget to get the good stuff,

The kind he likes.

He looks at me with a question,

I stroke his tail to answer.

Today becomes tomorrow,

Days stretch forward and back again.

We end up where we began;

waiting for you to call in the long afternoon.