POEM: The Missing Link


I called you on the telephone.

It turned out weren’t at home.

“How can this work, if you won’t pick up.”

I messaged, sipping coffee from my cup.

“I’m right here,” a voice did say.

A hallucination as clear as day.

This was no time to go insane.

Hitting redial, I tried her in vain.

No answer. I feared I’d become unstable.

“Hey, lunkhead, I’m right across the table.”

The voice matched by a pounding sound.

The angry poltergeist had me spellbound.

Then a splash of water hit my face.

Lashing out, angered at the disgrace.

“Oh, hey, how long have you been there?”

Rolling her eyes in a dumbfounded stare.

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