Walking down the street
The gnawing urge overcomes me
And I pull out my cellphone
To listen to the voicemail.
“Mary, sweetheart, I love you,
Oh god, I love you so much.
I just want you to know that,
Mommy loves you. Love you.” click
I stand transfixed on the sidewalk
In a trance, melding into the street
As strangers pass by me
Largely unnoticed.
Twelve years ago my mom died
In an airplane that hit a building in New York.
Minutes before it happened she called
And left me her final message.
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