We Waited On The Phone To Ring

Eating cold potato leek and Italian wedding.
We attacked it and the soup was gone.
Just like the kidney,
She was removed.
Her eyes were filled with worry.
So were his.
It’s what happens when the cold days of fall begin to usher in winter.
A chill in your bones,
And the air.
When you no longer recognize your own face.
Your diamond jubilee.
The golden wedding.
We waited,
On a message from God.
As I kissed you goodbye,
Twice.