A dial tone

The phone rang once, then a silence, abrupt,

a call from the past, but the courage I’d cupped.

Warmth of the receiver fades into the night,

as words once wanted dissolve into fright.

The dial tone hums like a ghost in the air,

a connection lost, like I never was there.

What’s left of a message, a chance gone to waste,

a breath held in longing, I’ve come face to face.