The Phone Call

The Phone Call

my phone rang finally.
after searching google maps
for a small house on the beach,
where his phone rang endlessly,
with no answer
writing down the phone number
of the local post office where
maybe they had seen him,
checking whether there is a
local police station that might
be able to find him.
searching the local newspapers
for any information on where
he lived or the name of the
woman who ended her own
life only one wall distant from
where he lay sleeping,
awakened by the thud of her body.
living with fear that he had
joined her in some terrible pact.
my phone fjnally rang.
it was him,
alive.

Photo courtesty of: http://flickr.com/photos/krishhtine/2730448912/