Please Hang Up And Try Again Poem by Brittney Karasek

There's nothing left here but words over a long distance phone call; I wonder what he's saying? I can't hear, I can't process anything right now, I think they call this hitting bottom. I can't wait,2 more months, and he'll be here in the sun with me.

I've missed him so much; Like a moth misses the flame, extinguished in misery. The moth cries. The boy cries. The flame dies...The world keeps moving, forgetting us, what we did in those same spots-where our memories were created-are people living ordinary, meaningless lives; Slaves to their possessions.

I can't wait to see you he says as she hangs up. It can't be soon enough.