THEIR 911

A WOMAN AND HER LOST LOVER ON 911.

You can hear his voice
Still. The ears do not
Deceive. The small matter

Of not meeting the night
Before seems a small
Gulf now between him

And you. Death’s large
Chasm is more richly
Deep, beyond which

Your fingers reaching
Up and out, cannot reach
Or touch or feel. You miss

Him still. He never bothered
Himself whether after death
There’d be a hell, purgatory

Or heaven. His sad death was
All and none of these on 911.