Heart Failure

The phone was ringing
again. She wouldn't answer; no one
had anything nice to say.
The machine took the call: “It’s me,
Mom. Call me back."

Chest heaving, she sat down next to
the phone. She grabbed hold of it for a few
seconds before putting it to her ear. Silently,

she had the conversation she stubbornly expected,
and ultimately wanted, all the while
listening to the dial tone hum along to
the beat of her broken heart.

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