Phone Call
Your voice sounded abrupt
echoing strangely on the other side
of the telephone line
you rekindled our last conversation
reminded me of our last meeting
during that autumn
brown leaves over
the lone grave site as
I was disturbed with
the red carnation on your lapel
didn’t expect your phone call
your voice obviously hesitant
while your laughter roared
through the wire like
the cold sweat poured
over my whole body.
Strange, I didn’t expect you
to call so soon: it was day
before yesterday
when we buried you
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 