Editing poetry: Dialtone ##

When Olivia and I no longer spoke, she would sometimes call me and not say anything. There was only ever silence between us. Once, the doorbell rang and I knew it was her. When I got to the door there was nobody there.

as soon as the ring
I told you it was you
dancing at the other end
like circles of eye colour
and breathing only once
in four seconds of silence
while you paused to realise
that it was me questioning nothing
and hang up
like maybe you had done
thirteen times before
while all the time your name was hurtling from hemisphere to crescent like a child crying down the stairs and arriving at a slammed
wood
panelled
door

via Editing poetry: Dialtone ##.

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