The Call Back

The nightly call I never want to make
that she would miss, although we little speak –
a check-in of some kind that doesn’t take
much time but happens 7 days a week –
last night produced a circumstance unique
enough to mention here. She called me back
and thanked me for advice, with no critique,
toward love, and veering out of habit’s track.


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