Dame's Test -PART 2.
"The wait
was
minute
like her
apathy for
my
antics"

The re-call was necessary
Ignited by a friend's angry
Tone and shock at my strangeness
But my inner friend deserved the reprimand
Her whisper of doubtings perched on me
Stinging my truest desire with bites of bee
"Call her and know the truth" my other friend said
Flight of doubtings, then reality bled
Bled to death, made rebirth necessary
Her first failure tossed.
~
Life, a telephone science
Imbued with subtle cues; through our unknown path
The nights wrapped in foggy camouflage
I rolled on my lonely bed and grabbed my phone
"Hello dame" I called the older sis, the perfect broker
Surprise lit her voice and did blind my cool
"You are Sam? Ain't you?" She fired
A barrage of stutter coiled my tongue
"Anybody there?!"
"No this is not Sam"
"Then who?"
Silence blow-jobed my mouth
"There?" I was jolted
From my hidden world of silence
"Joe I am, Carol's friend"
"Sam I know, but who are you?"
"Joe now" I almost cried
"Ohhh the lover boy. Lemme hand her the phone"
The wait was minute like her apathy for my antics
~
It was a lifetime ago
But I still know the letterings of the past
Like the bare of my palms
Like the cypher of the future
Like her whisper of no!
~
"Did you miss me?" She asked
"I miss you and..." The connection saundered
"Helloooooo!"I screamed
Screams of 'ambulance' rent the telespace
Followed by a soft cracking sound of snapped bones
Now void with a strange solemness.
~
It started with a premonition I ignored
My ears twitched
But I foresook the prophetic clues
The dawn dropped with a strange yellow
That sembled the dull of the dusk
And birthed a morning that was first in annals
When the Sun arose the Northward
Then came the urge to call her
For retest,
And ascertain her real sentiments me toward.
~
"She's slipped into the Vegetative State" The doctor said
I clasped my arm around her coma-ed shoulders
And whispered a moan
A tear of agony escaped my eyes and scalded her glossy cheek
"She'll get through" I screamed
"But the fall was fatal" He re-fired
Like he was happy with her plight, or mine
"Carol will survive this and pass this test
She'll tell me she loves me like I do!"
"Yes I do love you Joe" Her weak voice broke out.

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