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After You Call

there are expectations
left unanswered;
questions caught
in my throat.

Loving you,
but in limbo.
Only a broken crystal ball,
and no tarot cards;

no future and no past.

Sirens wail
outside my window.
They come
to arrest
your memory.

To take away the only
proof I have
that you

were ever here.

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