Poetry

Recollection

I recollect
That time I called collect
From a payphone so scarce
I could scarcely recall how to use it.
The numbers came to mind
Without having to be reminded
From a time past
When the timing was off.
“Use this,” he had said,
“When you’re done using him,”
And he penned them on my hand
After handing me a beer.
He got lost in the crowd
While I got lost in my thoughts.
Summer passed, then fall and winter
And I found myself falling
For the stranger in the bar.
Barring logic, I was his
If he would only pick up
On the upside of town.
Here I stood calling collect
Hoping I was more than a recollection.

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